TANGLE OF LEGS, part 10 (Patreon)

The waiting was killing her. The seconds seemed like minutes, and the minutes stretched so long that Lorene seriously believed it had been an hour or two since she sent the last message. Sitting in front of her computer, the redhead twiddled her fingers and wiggled her legs anxiously, biting her lower fleshy lip in trepidation.

“Why hasn’t she answered yet?” she cursed under her breath. “Had I been wrong not to accept Evelyn’s conditions, arrogant as they were?”

Exhaling a curse in her head, Lorene realized that she should write something now—too late, in an acceptance of the demands that was nothing more than a clear sign of female weakness…but, in her desperation, it seemed that there wasn’t much choice.

However, all she needed was a patience that would hold out for ten more eternal seconds. A reply from Evelyn entered just at that instant, almost making the young leggy woman’s heart explode. She was grateful not to have to speak, for her throat went dry.

<My dear colleague, thank you very much for the invitation. At another time, I would accept it without hesitation, because I have no problem in going personally for calendars…and meeting with you as I have been wanting to for weeks. However, I am one of the company’s most important assets, so I am dealing with a task from the CEO himself. Anyway, I will be working in the copier room on the 32nd floor for the next hour, if you can spare me a little while. Kisses.>

A nervous tingle coursed through Lorene’s curvaceous body. The challenge could not have been clearer, as the small group that worked on the 32nd floor, being responsible for goods deliveries, would not be around at that time of the day—at least not for an hour and a half or two hours.

An empty floor for both of us… Unable to control herself, the redhead jumped to her feet. Good thinking, bitch.

Agitatedly, Lorene let herself fall back into the chair and read the mail a second, a third, a fourth time, and Evelyn’s direct challenge just kept getting bigger and bigger in arrogance and audacity. Lorene found herself annoyed that she had not been the one to throw down the gauntlet, coated with the same thick layer of overconfidence, but at least now that the other woman was challenging her to meet her alone on neutral ground—with both redheads even having to traverse the same number of floors to see each other for the first time—she felt the situation was finally getting unstuck.

“It’s time…” With the skin of the back of her neck bristling, Lorene began to quickly, impatiently type her own message.

<My dear colleague, the CEO has also entrusted me with a very important task, as he always does with me. He must be preparing me for my promotion from floor supervisor to section supervisor. So I will also be on the 32nd floor, photocopying some documents for him. I guess that's where we’ll meet…alone. It will be a perfect time to discuss any issues concerning our colleagues’ opinions and their peculiar tastes. Kisses.>

Swallowing, Lorene pressed the send button before getting up again. With butterflies in the pit of her belly, she readjusted her blouse and skirt. Then she opened a drawer in her desk to grab her small makeup kit and, for several minutes, the redhead carefully touched up, emphasizing mostly her feminine eyelashes and full lips.

“We’ll see if you can beat this,” she said when she was ready, taking one last look at her proud reflection. “Yeah, it’s fucking time.”

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