Chocolate Girls with Golden Hair (16 page)

"The man has talent." Michelle smiled,
seemingly titillated by the conversation. "He has this technique,
if you will, of using his tongue and fingers, at the same time, if
you know what I mean."

"I do know what you mean." Bianca
paused. "They say the freak is usually in the quiet
ones."

Michelle smiled and didn't respond to
Bianca's comment.

Michelle's sexy story left her very
curious about this special technique of Bruce's. She could only
wonder and imagine.

"Does Camina know?" Bianca asked.
"About your one-time affair with Bruce?"

"No way. I'll tell you something else
that you didn't know."

Bianca didn't know what could possibly
top what Michelle had just revealed to her.

"Camina likes you," Michelle
said.

"Huh?"

"You heard me. Deep down Camina likes
you. I mean she really likes you."

What sort of game was Michelle playing,
and who exactly was she talking about?

Camina or herself?

Michelle's words sunk deeper and deeper
inside Bianca's head as Bianca peered across the counter at
Michelle's blonde hair. In one breath Michelle expressed her
feelings of like, then in the very next sentence, she expressed
similar feelings held in Camina's heart.

Which one was it?

Who liked whom?

A tiny piece of the riddle was amiss,
and Bianca knew exactly how to unravel it. The ringing phone on the
kitchen counter soon interrupted Bianca's intense examination into
Michelle's motives. Bianca was immobilized. This conversation with
Michelle was much too intense to stop for a ringing phone. While
the phone continued to ring, Michelle cleared herself of her coat
and sauntered into the next room. When Michelle returned, she held
in her hand a picture of Bianca and Bianca's sister.

"I never saw this picture before,"
Michelle said. "I didn't know you resembled each other so
much."

"You really think that that picture is
supposed to make me forget about what we were just talking
about?"

"No, I just never noticed this picture
before. You were very close to her, weren't you?"

Bianca nodded her head. Michelle was
good. She had managed to change the subject by talking about
something very dear to Bianca's heart. "My sister was smart, taught
me a lot, much more than I ever could have learned from a teacher
or my parents."

Michelle opened her mouth to speak, but
then nothing came out.

"What?" Bianca asked.

"Why did he do it? Why did he kill
her?"

"As smart as my sister was, she was no
innocent. She had an affair, her husband found out and the rest, as
they say, is history."

"Her husband caught her with another
guy?" Michelle questioned.

"And you'll never guess who that guy
was."

"Who?"

"Lee Travis," Bianca said.

"Lee Travis? Isn't that your little
friend?"

"He's not little."

"Whatever." Michelle paused for
thought, seemingly confused. "I thought Lee was engaged to marry
your sister."

"He was."

"But your sister was already married?"
Michelle stated.

"Exactly. Are the bells starting to
ring yet? My sister was married, promising to marry someone
else."

"You're kidding?"

Bianca nodded her head, knowing that
her sister was some kind of woman.

"You were right about your sister,"
Michelle said. "She definitely knew how to have fun."

It didn't take Bianca long to return
the conversation back to what was still on her mind. "Back to what
you were saying about Camina. You say she likes me?"

"Forget I said anything."

Bianca was not going to let up that
easily. She was determined to make Michelle talk. "So, are you
saying Camina likes me the way that a man would like
me?"

"Something like that," Michelle said,
"But I don't want to talk about it."

"Why don't you want to talk about it?
You brought it up."

It was quite evident who possessed
these feeling for her, and the person was sitting right across from
her. Michelle was projecting her own feelings onto someone else.
Finally, the light bulb clicked inside Bianca's head, and
everything appeared unmistakably clear. Her suspicions of
Michelle's feelings for her were true all along, and this time
Bianca was absolutely certain of it. Still, Bianca was somewhat
dumbfounded. Apparently, Mr. Bruce Colby had put a real loving on
Michelle, but still the same, Michelle was interested in her. What
was it? Did Michelle like men, or did she like women? Or, did she
like both?

Michelle dipped her finger in the
remnants in the bowl from the cake batter, licked her finger and
casually changed the subject. "So, what's for dinner?"

Bianca pointed to the cake in the oven.
"My dinner is in the oven."

"What? A cake? That's
dinner?"

Bianca elegantly sipped her Chardonnay.
"And this, of course."

Michelle stood up, placed the top back
onto the wine bottle, then stored it into the
refrigerator.

"What do you want to eat?" Michelle
asked. "You want pizza?"

Not answering, Bianca studied Michelle,
her hairy arms, connecting eyebrows, and rosy cheeks. After putting
all the pieces together, Bianca found herself excruciatingly
flattered by Michelle's indirect come on.

"I'll order something for you,"
Michelle said.

Michelle picked up the phone on the
kitchen counter and ordered pizza while Bianca seized the
Chardonnay from the refrigerator and poured herself another glass.
Bianca then resigned to the bedroom, flopped down on the unmade
bed, almost dropping the glass of wine. Bianca moved back upon the
bed, her back against the headboard.

Soon Michelle made her way into
Bianca's room. "Why are you in here?" Michelle
questioned.

"I thought we might be more comfortable
in here."

On the edge of the bed, Michelle
slouched, sitting unusually close to Bianca. As Bianca monitored
the equal breaths of air exhaling from Michelle's mouth, for the
first time, she understood what Michelle Moore was all about.
Patiently, Bianca eagerly waited for Michelle to make her move, but
to her disappointment, there was just silence. Lots and lots of
silence.

"Did you hear anything about us
possibly merging with Kirkland & Ellis?" Michelle
asked.

"I heard something about it," Bianca
said. "But I doubt you came over here to talk about a possible
merger."

"Maybe I did," Michelle
said.

"Are you warm at all, or is it just
me?" Bianca asked Michelle, as she fanned herself, pretending, of
course.

"What are you talking about?" Michelle
answered, in an unusual defensive tone.

"Well, it's warm to me." Bianca
unbuttoned her blouse, witnessing the mystified expression on
Michelle's face before Michelle looked away.

"Would you like to see my tattoo?"
Bianca asked her.

Michelle was slow to answer, then,
"Sure."

Bianca opened her blouse and ran her
fingers over her still tender and swollen breast.

"When did you get that?"

"A couple of days ago. You can touch it
if you like."

"No. That's okay."

Bianca knew otherwise. She grasped
Michelle's hand into hers and warmly placed it over the tattoo.
Purposely, she then lowered Michelle's hand down onto her erect
nipple. "You like it?"

"Yes," Michelle uttered in a
whisper.

Bianca's curt smile seemed to make
Michelle nervous which was evident when Michelle abruptly removed
her hand from Bianca's breast. Bianca soon buttoned her blouse and
smiled at Michelle.

"Blonde hair looks pretty on you,"
Michelle said.

"Thank you, but it's not as pretty as
yours."

Michelle blushed, and leaned towards
Bianca. "I should probably go."

"Why?"

Michelle's eyes moved towards the
corner of her head as if searching for the answer.

"What did you come here for,
Michelle?"

"I told you," Michelle said. "I wanted
to apologize for Camina."

"Sorry, but I don't believe
you."

"Well, it's the truth," Michelle stood
up, seemingly a tad hostile, then stepped away from the
bed.

"Why are you standing over there? Sit
down next to me."

"I have to go," Michelle stated
firmly.

"Could you sit down for a minute?
Please. I want to tell you something."

Michelle hesitated for a moment, then
returned to the bed near Bianca. "What do you want to tell
me?"

"I know you're frustrated, Michelle."
Bianca so enjoyed toying with Michelle.

"What are you talking
about?"

"I'm not stupid. We both know what's
really going on here. Camina doesn't like me, and you know
it."

Michelle opened her mouth to speak, but
nothing came out. Bianca moved in towards Michelle and made like
she was going to kiss her, but she didn't. "Camina doesn't like me,
but you do."

Before Michelle could even respond,
Bianca moved her lips to Michelle's and kissed her, long and hard.
Bianca kept her eyes open the entire time, witnessing the intense
and helpless expression on Michelle's face. When Bianca attempted
to pull away, Michelle resisted. Finally, Bianca managed to pry
Michelle's lips from hers. Though this experience was nothing more
than innocent curiosity, Bianca enjoyed kissing Michelle, probably
as much as Michelle enjoyed kissing her.

Though Bianca had never kissed a woman
before, it was one of those things that just happened. The
opportunity presented itself, and Bianca didn't turn the other way.
As nice as it may have been, Bianca liked men and always would.
Still, what harm could there be in a little mild
experimentation?

Michelle leaned towards Bianca and
tried to kiss her again, but Bianca casually turned away. "I think
you should probably go now."

The embarrassment on Michelle's face
wreaked more of sadness than anything else. But Bianca was done.
She experienced her fun, and that was the end of that.

"What if I don't want to leave?"
Michelle asked.

Bianca smiled and touched Michelle's
moist hand, not able to resist toying with her some more. "You want
to stay here tonight?"

"Only if you want me to," Michelle said
to her.

Michelle was just so easy, and this was
just so much fun. Bianca moved her lips to Michelle's, was about to
kiss her, but then instead, she whispered. "I don't want you
to."

Shock swept across Michelle's face, and
she tugged her hand away from Bianca. "Okay." Michelle stood up,
wearing disappointment like a suit and made way for the door in a
huff. She was almost out of the room when Bianca called to her.
"Michelle?"

Michelle stopped in her tracks, turned
to face Bianca, anticipation in her eyes.

"Could you cancel that pizza before you
leave?" Bianca asked.

Michelle flashed her eyes at Bianca,
turned and stormed out of the room. While Bianca sat perfectly
still, a victorious energy graced her face as she listened to the
door slam shut of a woman in heat.

Her sister would have been so
proud.

Chapter 11

STILL WEARING HER CLOTHES AND makeup
from the day before, Bianca awakened with a dreadful headache. It
was like little gremlins stomping inside her head. On the edge of
the bed, she sat, her eyes barely open. She contemplated whether to
call off work or not. Since she forgot to set her alarm clock, she
would be at least thirty minutes late. Already having been
reprimanded several times by her boss, calling in might be pushing
it.

It was 9:15 when Bianca strutted into
the office forty-five minutes late. She wore her recently purchased
floor-length red skirt and a ruffled white blouse. Her coworkers
were not speaking to her like they used to. It was as if maybe they
heard things about her and were afraid to. She really didn't know
why her coworkers had become less friendly to her, but still, it
bothered her. She somehow built a wall around herself and felt more
like an outsider than one of the family.

Bianca reached her desk, and relief
washed over her when she didn't see anything from her boss left in
her chair or in her in-box. She headed towards her boss' office and
found the light in Lillian's office out. That brought an even
greater sigh of relief, as Lillian had not come in yet. Bianca knew
she could be a real screw-up at times, but that was her gift to the
world. Not just the good things about her but everything that
wasn't so good. It was one of the many things she learned from her
sister.