Would you Swallow all your Pride?

Chapter Twenty-Four: Turquoise.

"I like them," Emma purred and leaned to kiss Wilhemina again. A small smile made its way through Venable's lips, lifting the corners of them as she kissed Emma back. Her body was still a little rigid, and she couldn't quite relax to her touch. But it was a start, Wilhemina had figured.

Outside the bathroom, the lights from the office flickered on as Billie Dean arrived.

With her eyes closed, Wilhemina couldn't tell the change in lighting. Emma pulled her even closer, and she stumbled on her own feet for a second before leaning on her cane again. Their bodies got flushed together, and Emma's hands now caressed her buttcheeks more forcefully. This is close. Venable began to pull away, but Emma nibbled on her bottom lip. And then her stomach turned into puddle. Her mind grew hazy, and she found herself breathing a little harsher. Emma smirked brightly as she stared at her eyes, lips close and breath mingling with Wilhemina's. "You look so beautiful all flustered," she purred. Venable's cheeks grew as hot as her lower stomach. The hand on Emma's waist squeezed it a bit.

"I..." Wilhemina breathed out. She licked her lips. Her mind kept on running from one corner to another, from thoughts of I can't believe I'm doing this to she's messing with me to I want to stop and all the way to do I? Venable gulped. And then her thoughts were quickly wiped away when she heard heels clacking outside.

"Wilhemina?" Billie Dean called as she walked around the office. She saw how Venable's things were on her table, as well as Emma's on hers. She knew what that meant. And the bathroom light was on. She knew what that meant, too. Her stomach dropped. She sighed. What a nice start to my day.

Shit! Fuck! Quickly, Venable pulled away. With hasty hands, she fixed her hair and clothes and wiped her lips clean. Emma chuckled as she watched her. "Shh!" Wilhemina whisper-yelled.

"Calm down, it's just Billie Dean," Emma whispered back.

Just Billie Dean?! Venable scoffed incredulously. Billie Dean was their boss, for fuck's sake! She was the most important person in this company. At least to Wilhemina. Now was not the time to discuss that with Emma, though. After taking a deep breath, Wilhemina signaled for Emma to keep quiet before calling back to Billie Dean. "I'm in the bathroom. Just a second." Emma chuckled yet again, and Venable found herself losing her patience.

"Alright," Billie Dean murmured as she walked past the closed door and followed to her office. Her chest felt tight. Am I imagining things? What if Emma was in the kitchen? Or downstairs doing whatever? As she closed the door to her office, Billie chuckled bitterly. Who am I fooling? Billie Dean could be many things, but she wasn't dumb.

Emma looked at herself in the mirror, starting to fix her clothes and makeup as well. Wilhemina didn't bother looking at her; she focused on making herself presentable for Billie. "She can't fire us for that," Emma said after a second.

"That is not the point." Wilhemina's voice was back at its usual harsh tone. Her patience was quickly drying, and the adrenaline mixed with it only caused the drying to happen even faster.

"If only you knew..."

Brown eyes eyed Emma. Venable's eyebrows had claimed their place back where the dimple between them appeared again. Knew what? she wanted to ask. But there were bigger fish to fry right now; did Billie Dean need anything? Was she alright? Had something happened? Wilhemina was more worried on checking on her, in all honesty. Once she deemed her makeup was back in place, Venable reached for the doorknob. "Stay here for five." Without giving Emma a chance to answer, Wilhemina's heels and cane began to clack in the hall, guiding her through it and to Billie Dean's office. She took a deep breath before knocking on it. "Billie Dean? Did you call?"