Scratch

Four

"Yes, but if you align the text on this side, you'll allow more room on the other side for the images." Becky pointed at the computer screen, the side of her head dangerously close to Freen's. It bothered her. Everything about Becky bothered her. The brush of her hair against Freen's, or the way her intoxicatingly sweet scent just invaded her senses.

"But then you'll cut through the flow of the text." Freen replied to the issue they were currently debating about. She hasn't been paying much attention, to be honest. She would come up with a million reasons why the work is wrong just so that Becky could keep hanging over her shoulder like that.

No Freen. She had to ask herself what was wrong with her. Women made her warm. Women made her wet. Women made her... But this one. Becky was something different, though Freen could not put her finger on it.

"I think we should take a break." Becky sighed and casually stood from her chair. "It's lunch and I'm still curing a hangover. I know a place around the corner with enough oil to fill a bus."

Freen simply blinked up at the young beauty and stood up alongside her. She must have gone home after leaving Freen's place as she was dressed differently. Short pants now accentuated a white top with buttons and Freen let her eyes linger a little longer than they should. "Freen? We could go somewhere else if you prefer?"

The raven-haired goddess shook her head like a commoner as she swallowed her thoughts down, and then formed new words as best she could. " Lead the way."

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"See, now we have come to an agreement. And who knew it would take a little lunch break?" Becky grinned at Freen next to her as they were seated back at their desk. Their lunch had gone well. Perhaps a little too well.

Freen automatically started placing food on Becky's plate, or resorted to feeding her. For Becky it was utterly endearing. She had never have someone do that, take care of her, show her concern. This was only the second day of knowing Freen and already Becky felt completely ingradituted to her.

Their day of work was coming to an end and Becky was shuffling papers around her desk. She had used Freen's desk that day - something that was both frightening and exhilarating. Of course she found Freen attractive beyond measure, but she felt for some reason that Freen was just way out of her league.

"So...two jobs?" Becky asked softly as Freen was packing her briefcase, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

"Life ain't cheap, kid." Freen smirked in a callous way, but immediately corrected herself as she whipped her head around to look at Becky. She was met with big doe eyes. "I'm sorry, I just meant that if you want to get somewhere in life, you've simply got to hustle."

Becky seemed to relax a bit and nod. Something in her downcast eyes told Freen there was more to what Becky took from that statement than she had intended. "Are you 'hustling' tonight, as you call it?" Becky cast the question carefully at Freen.

"I do most nights, yeah." She was starting to get her things together to leave. "I gotta go or I'll be late." She pushed past Becky slowly, softly, sensually taking in her curves with her own. She felt so good against Freen.

Felt so right.