Fated to You

Chapter 13: A cop, a billionaire, and Freen Chankimha

They both jump and break away from each other. Freen leans against Becky's desk and holds her chest as it was beating out of its ribcage from the excitement. The sudden relief sentiment couldn't have reduced the pace of her rapid heartbeat quick enough.

Hera opens the door, "Ms. Armstrong, I..." she looks back from Becky to Freen and then back to Becky then quickly looks away, bringing a folder up so that she can hide her eyes from seeing her boss naked.

Becky looks down at her body and then takes refuge behind Freen immediately. Freen tries walking away but Becky pulls her right back.

"What is it Hera?" Freen rolls her eyes.

"I'm sorry. It wasn't my intention to walk in like that. I am so sorry." Hera stutters still keeping the folder in front of her face.

Great! Just what I needed! A misunderstanding! "Oh Hera it is so not what you think." Freen drawls, pressing real hard on the 'not'. "This is not what it looks like - at all."

Becky frowns as she stares at Freen. She then whispers, "What the hell do you mean? It is exactly what it looks like."

"Do you want words running around this company? I don't think you fucking do!" Freen snarls lowly.

Hera starts turning on her heels. She doesn't want to know what's going on because the situation makes her uncomfortable and she just doesn't want to deal with the thought. "I think I better leave."

Freen stops her, "Hey wait a minute! Come back here. It's not what you're thinking. What is wrong with you? Nothing happened here. Ms. Armstrong and I worked late last night and we were stuck here all night. That's it!"

"Is that why you asked for the key this morning?" Hera asks.

"Exactly. Ms.Armstrong failed to remember the spare key in the cabinet so I thank you for letting me know."

Becky places her hand around Freen's waist pulling her body even more against her and Freen pushes Becky's hand away from her. A move that did not go unnoticed by Hera, "What do you want Hera?"

Hera takes the folder down and failed to make eye contact with either of them, "I am just bringing you a few more papers for you to sign."

"Give it to Freen and I'll forward them to you later." Becky orders.

Hera does as she's told and then leaves as soon as possible.

"Get your hands off me!" Freen pushes Becky off. "What the fuck were you doing?"

"Didn't you see me naked? I had to hide behind you. I couldn't let her see me like this."

"Then why didn't you just put your clothes on? It's been a while." Freen walks over to the couch and throws the clothes back at Becky. She looks at her watch, "You see. You're going to be late for your eleven o'clock meeting."

"It's only about ten. I still have time." Becky says as she puts on her shirt over her head, "I don't know what you are fussing over. I just have to take care of personal hygiene and I'll be ready in no time."

"Yes but I still have to go home, change and come back here. I'm not wearing the same thing from yesterday."

"You don't have to. Come take a shower with me and I will lend you some of my formal wear." She nonchalantly says.

Did she really just say that with a straight face? Freen looks at her wide-eyed while Becky just throws her a blank look, and shrugs.

"What?"

Freen laughs, "I'm sorry but...what?"

"Excuse you for what?" Becky grabs her trousers and pulls each leg one by one at a time.