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The Chain-Ch. 26
Tina sat at her new desk, taking a deep breath as she ran a hand through her hair. Her first week had been exhilarating and tedious at the same time. The first two days were filled with tours, paperwork, and training, training, training.
She leaned back in her chair, reveling in the thought of starting a career that mattered to her. That she was passionate about. That she could make a difference in. Finishing another page of paperwork, she glanced at the photo of her and Bette on her desk.
She ran her fingers over the silver Tiffany’s frame, studying the picture of her gorgeous girlfriend. It had arrived two days ago much to the blonde’s surprise, the card claiming that their first picture together deserved a frame.
Tina smiled as she thought about the woman, aching for her. The brunette’s last meeting was today and her flight was scheduled to get in tonight at 7:15. Tina couldn’t wait to pick her up. Their multiple talks on the phone had gotten her through the week, but she needed to see her, to hold her, to touch her.
Here she was, supposed to be concentrating on her task at hand and all she could think about was the brunette’s tongue. Inside her mouth. Inside of her. Tina’s skin grew warm, knowing that tonight, no matter how tired they both were, they would make love.
Bette’s voice during their last conversation spoke of her longing, her need for Tina as well. Her tone was husky, low as she spoke, the desire barely concealed. The blonde had bit her lip at the timbre, her skin tingling.
“How’s it going in here?”
Tina glanced up to find her boss leaning against the doorframe, a sidelong smile on his face. She cleared her throat and did her best to erase the flushed expression off of her face.
Henry Young was handsome, charismatic and successful. He had risen quickly in the film business and made a name for himself within the five years that he had been around. His interest in Tina was not only professional, though, and if the blonde wasn’t so incredibly wrapped up in a certain brunette, she would notice the appreciative looks being tossed her way by the man.


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