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    This had to be some sort of joke. How blunt of her! I knew things were headed that way, but I didn't want to believe it.

    "I am flattered, truly." I smiled, trying to find a way to turn her down. "You know, Bette, I am very professional and I really respect all guests-"

     She laughed immediately, so I gave her a stern look. "Sorry, it's... Shit, you're serious."

    I was extremely annoyed at her right about then. "Do I look like I'm joking?"

    "Well, I just don't get it. You don't hook up with guests, good on you I guess. But I'm not living here, you know? I do have a date to leave."

    "Right. Well, when you're no longer a guest here, we can consider... Whatever it is that you're implying we do."

    "I am not implying, I am formally asking you out on a date." She smiled at me again. Fuck.

    I felt my neck blush, so I ran my hand over it to hide its color. "I think you know the answer by now."

    Bette came closer to me and I was immediately hypnotized by her, which she obviously saw and I didn't even bother to hide. She found a strand of my hair falling out of my face and brought it behind my ear. "Real shame, Tee."

    Nobody had ever called me that way before. It was different, and hot. Maybe not hot per se. She was hot, and I'm sure whatever she called me then I would've thought it was hot too.

    I wanted to say something, but I simply stood there as  I watched her leave. How? I was speechless. Of course I did want to go out with her, if that was not already obvious, but I just couldn't. There was a line - there had to be. Otherwise, I'd end up just like-

    "Well, well, well... If it isn't my sweet, professional sister hitting on a guest? I am so disappointed in you, Tina, quite frankly..." Claire teased me.

    "Oh spare me. I did not hit on her, she hit on me." I rolled my eyes at Claire.

    "You didn't seem uninterested..."

     "Have you seen her? I am most definitely interested. BUT she is a guest and, as you've pointed out yourself, I am professional. Someone needs to be."

    Claire laughed at me and followed me to my bedroom. "Oh sis, you gotta lighten up a bit. You know I wouldn't judge you, in case that's what you're worried about."

    I once again couldn't help but roll my eyes at her. "I'm not worried about you, Jesus. You're the last one in a position to judge me if I were to hook up with a guest."

   "She is beautiful. And I know you're not looking for a girlfriend right now, so this would be perfect. Guests are my favorite exactly because there's no strings attached. They have an expiration date, you know, the date they check out. Plus, you really could use some sex."

     "How very caring of you, Claire. Thank you very much for your input, I will most definitely not be taking it into account when making decisions related to my love or sex life. Now, if you don't mind, I'm taking a shower." 

      I got into the bathroom and decided to draw myself a bath. I did need a bit of relaxation after all the, um, tension with Bette. I made a mental note to see when she would be checking out. Maybe then we could go out... Yes, I think that would be nice.

AN: Sooo, a reader left a comment here today asking for an update and I realized how much I missed writing this story. More updates coming your way pretty soon! Always grateful for every vote and comment that you leave.