TANGLE OF LEGS, part 3

But if there was something particularly provocative in Evelyn, it was her perfect legs: her greatest virtue, her greatest satisfaction. Strong, toned, feminine, long as highways to heaven. The tall red-haired beauty exhibited them day and night, summer or winter, through the shortest skirts and the tightest cut-offs, as if neither the cold nor the rain, nor the scorching sun could prevent her from showing them off. How she would dare to do so, how she would hide such treasures of muscle, flesh and skin from those mortals who, even if they could not even dream of gaining permission to such jewels, could at least glimpse such goddess-like virtues. And if there was one thing Evelyn knew without a doubt, it was that no one would ever forget to have seen and taken pleasure in her spectacular, stunning meter-long legs.

While she waited for her breakfast, Lorene returned to Evelyn’s head, assaulting her thoughts with an annoying boldness. If there was also one thing Evelyn certainly knew, it was that, from the first time she heard about the legs of the other woman, she had become obsessed with them. In the presence of her own exquisite legs, hearing about Lorene’s delicious thighs, or her fleshy calves, or her beautiful feet was more than her ego could stand. In this world nothing had ever bothered her more that knowing of the existence of the legs of the mysterious redhead.

She can’t have legs as hot and strong as mine, she was saying herself, furiously biting into a piece of toast that she hadn’t even realized Tiago had already brought her. The raspberry jam and butter barely tasted like little more than raw rage because the feeling of superiority with which she had managed to wrap herself had disappeared from her so quickly. Evelyn’s smooth skin tightened, her red hair bristled, and something in the pit of her stomach throbbed, engendering a corrosive bile that left a bitter aftertaste in her throat. The frustration about the possibility that another woman could overcome her proud legs began to take its toll on her, especially considering that Lorene seemed to copy each of her virtues—hair, eyes, boobs, hips, butt. In fact, when her colleagues described a beautiful and busty redhead with perfect legs, Evelyn is often unsure whether they are talking about Lorene or her—she had even come to doubt whether the other sexy woman was nothing more than an invention of her lewd coworkers to subtly talk about her.

If she is real, I am sure she avoids me, Evelyn thought with some paranoia, taking a long sip of coffee. She wished with all her soul run into Lorene Mlakar once and for all, but the luck didn’t seem to be on her side after weeks of work. I’m sure she has heard about me many times from her office mates, that’s why she doesn’t dare to come near my office, or this restaurant.

“Breakfast is five euros, Lorene.”

The bartender’s voice snapped Evelyn out of her thoughts like an unexpected slap in the face.

“What!?” the beauty gasped, opening her green eyes wide “What did you just call me, Tiago?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Evelyn,” the handsome man apologized. “I mistook you for someone else…”

The fire that broke out and spread through Evelyn’s eyes silenced Tiago, and an aura of discomfort extended around the woman. Leaving behind a half-eaten piece of toast and a still-warm cup of coffee, Evelyn walked away from the restaurant with hurried steps and fury on her face.

“I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!” she snarled under her breath, unsure whether she was referring to the bartender or Lorene. Out of her mind, she stepped into the elevator, back to her office on the 12th floor. For the first time, she knew she had reached her limit.

“Whatever it takes, I’m going to find you, you damn evasive woman, and I’m going to put you in your fucking place,” she ruminated, convincing herself that if she could get her eyes on the other redhead, she would be able to list so many flaws to her coworkers that they would stop being so idiot. “Only a woman is capable of seeing what another woman is really like. And you, stupid bartender, you won’t confuse us never again…”

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Choosen by Skelebux. Words: 723 words.

And now, we'll move on to Lorene's POV, will she feel the same way as Evelyn?

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