The new VP turned to her CEO to reiterate her thanks. “Those are some tough shoes to follow, but I promise to do my best.”
“They are, Wynne, but we all believe you’re the right person for the job.”
Walking back to her office, she almost couldn’t believe it. The first thing she wanted to do was to call Paula and share the great news. They’d been getting together a couple of times a week for almost a month to go to the movies, out to eat, and even to a couple of NBA games. Bit by bit, they’d moved into a casual, comfortable friendship. Swinging into her swivel chair, Wynne tapped the speed dial feature, #1, her own private joke. It was after six o’clock, so she was pretty sure her friend was home.
“Hello.”
“Hi there. It’s Wynne. Look, I know it’s short notice but I got some good news today. How about having dinner with me so I can tell somebody about it before I explode?”
“Uh…I can’t tonight. Maybe tomorrow?”
“Aw, come on. We’ll go wherever you say and we’ll get back early.”
“I can’t, Wynne,” she paused, checking through the blinds for an unfamiliar car. “I sort of…have a date.”
———
What the hell does “sort of have a date” mean, Wynne wondered. You did or you didn’t.
It was or it wasn’t.
Under other circumstances, she would have gone straight to her mother’s place after work to deliver the good news, but wild horses couldn’t drag her to that complex tonight. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Paula and her “sort of date.”
Instead, she pulled out her notes on the Western Travel merger and began to draft a plan for incorporating their current marketing assets into those of Eldon-Markoff. There was sufficient equity in the Western brand to warrant a gradual co-branded campaign.
The new VP completely lost track of time as she worked. The outer offices had been dark and empty for hours, and the lone lamp on her desk kept her from seeing the figure fill her doorway.
“This is just ridiculous, Wynne!” Cheryl Williams barked angrily.
Startled, the executive jumped back from her desk, knocking a pile of papers into the floor. “God, you scared me!”
“It’s after 10 o’clock. Even the cleaning crew is long gone. What the hell are you doing here that can’t wait until tomorrow?”
“I’m…I’ve started to work on the co-branding plan for Western.”
“Maybe you didn’t hear my question. What part of that can’t wait until tomorrow?”
In all her time at Eldon-Markoff, Wynne had never seen Cheryl so angry, at least not at her. “I just started on it and things were falling into place. I didn’t realize it was so late.”
Suddenly it occurred to her that her accuser was in the same boat. “So what are you doing here so late?”
“Nice try. I’m dropping off the paperwork for the press release so I can sleep in tomorrow.” Cheryl was bemused at the almost frightened look on the face of her charge as she dragged a chair around the desk and sat down, effectively pinning her quarry in her seat. “Look, Wynne, I’ve said this to you a dozen times. I think your work is wonderful. I also think you’re capable of getting it done during regular hours. I really want you in this VP slot, but not if it means that Eldon-Markoff’s going to take center stage in your life. That’s not good for you, and in the long run, it isn’t good for us either.”
Wynne nodded in resignation to let her boss know that she was getting the message.
“Look around. You don’t see any of the other officers here after six-thirty or seven at night. Everybody goes home to their real lives, the ones that matter. Didn’t you tell me you were seeing somebody?”
“That…didn’t work out.”
Despite Wynne’s attempts to conceal her emotions, Cheryl picked up on the disappointment in her voice. “I’m sorry, Wynne. Really, I am. But if you’re trying to bury yourself in work so you won’t feel lonely, I can promise you that it won’t help. It’ll just make it worse and one day you’ll look back on it and wonder why you gave your soul to this place. Now I don’t tell many people this, but my husband and I nearly split up when I came to work here because I didn’t know when to come home. I thank God every day that I listened to him because we found a way to make it all work out. In the end, I got what I wanted here, and I got what I really wanted at home.”
Wynne slowly closed her folder and pulled her purse from the bottom drawer. “Okay, Cheryl. Let’s go home.”
———
Paula listened with interest as Dee Hobart walked her through how she had set up her own law practice after leaving a harried job as associate in one of Orlando’s largest firms.
Her date was attractive, a slender woman, smartly dressed in black slacks with a tunic top. Her short red hair was perfectly coiffed, locked into place with what Paula thought was a little too much “product.” She couldn’t help but wonder if Dee thought her underdressed for the occasion, as she wore a simple dress, having merely combed her soft blonde hair.
“My old firm would take on the occasional pro bono case if it was something that might get them good press. Their favorite was property cases against the government because that kind of thing — almost anything against the government, in fact — made them look good to most of their clients. But you’d never see them pick up the mantle on a criminal case, or God help us all, if it was about a gay issue. I just got sick of it, so I got out.”
“That was a pretty brave thing to do,” Paula offered, genuinely impressed. She’d met Dee at a Chamber of Commerce meeting, and found herself working alongside the attorney on the Minority Affairs committee. The meeting room was almost pinging as both women acknowledged that their respective “gaydar” was in working order. Paula wasn’t surprised at all at the invitation, though she would rather have done something more casual than the country club restaurant Dee had chosen.
“So tell me what you like about the hotel business.”
Paula went on to talk about her job, how she’d started at the WR right out of college and worked her way to her current position. Dee listened intently, interrupting from time to time ask questions or add comments.
Dinner progressed, and as they returned to the car, Paula felt that all in all she’d had a pretty good time. Dee was fun…and attractive…and attentive…and interesting…and despite all that, she felt no spark at all between them. She knew that was an unfair assessment at this stage; they didn’t even know each other. But first impressions on the arousal scale were usually pretty reliable for her, and this one was barely registering at all.
Wynne Connelly, on the other hand, had been completely off the scale. Even as friends, the beautiful woman triggered a sensual response. Paula scolded herself inwardly. Here she was out on her first date in over a year and she was comparing the woman she was with to someone else.
“…don’t you think?”
Paula was caught off-guard. Dee had been talking about something having to do with the hotel, while she’d been seeing images of Wynne looking up at her from between her legs.
In no time, she’d gone from feeling nothing to feeling more aroused than she had in months. Only Dee Hobart hadn’t done that.
Val was right. Wynne Connelly had it all, and she was worth another chance.
———
“Wynne, Paula McKenzie is calling on one,” Denise announced.
The VP braced herself for the call, not knowing how she’d react to hearing Paula’s voice, this the first call since the “date” last week.
“Hello, this Wynne Connelly,” she said formally.
“Hi! Listen, I just talked to the Concierge. He has a couple of tickets to the Magic-Lakers game tonight. You interested?”
Normally, Wynne would have jumped at the opportunity to do anything with Paula, but the idea that the woman was now “dating” someone else made her start to question if even a friendship was going to work. She didn’t want to be close enough to watch Paula fall in love with somebody else.
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p; “I, uh…I have to go to San Francisco.”
“You leave tonight?”
“No, day after tomorrow. But I have a lot to do before I go, so I’d better not.”
“Aw, come on. You know you want to,” Paula coaxed. Ever since her dinner with Dee Hobart, Paula had been trying to think of how she and Wynne might get back on track.
They seemed to have finally gotten past their old business, and after her date, she was sure it was time to let the executive know that the door was opening for more.
“I can’t, Paula.”
“Okay, maybe a rain check. When do you get back?”
“Friday night.”
“I think they’re on the road next week. Want to do something else?”
“I can’t say right now. Things at work are pretty crazy with the new acquisition.”
“Oh yeah? I didn’t hear. What was it?”
“We bought up that agency in San Francisco we’d been looking at for so long. It was in the paper.” As were other things.
That must have been the big news Wynne had wanted to share last week. “Well, congratulations, I guess. Will you call me when you get back?”
“Sure.”
———
“Are you pulling another double shift?” Jolene was surprised but immensely pleased to see her former supervisor behind the front desk.
“No, but I promised to cover for Belinda until six. She had a parent-teacher conference this afternoon. Speaking of Belinda…has that situation gotten any better?”
Jolene thought about it, and finally confessed, “Yeah, now that you mention it, it has. After she took that week off, she just came back a whole different person.”
“Sometimes, all you need is a little time away,” Paula concurred. Belinda’s “time away”
had come in the form of a personnel management seminar in New York. Paula and Stephanie had determined that retraining was the last hope and if Belinda didn’t get it, she’d likely be demoted and transferred.
“I think it made a real difference. Maybe I should have a week off and see if it improves my attitude,” she joked.
Paula masterfully raised a single eyebrow before laughing. “Oh no, it doesn’t work that way. What is that old saying? ‘The floggings will continue until morale improves.’”
“Yeah, that sounds like a corporate policy, alright.”
“Listen, while we’re not busy, I’m going to clean out this cabinet,” the manager said, indicating the space under the counter between the terminals. “You watch the desk.”
Pulling out a trashcan, Paula began to extract wayward items from the shelves below. Her haul included several cell phone adapters and laptop power cords; loose batteries; an empty backpack; a half dozen registration packets from conferences held months ago;
and a stack of old newspapers.
“How does all this stuff get in here?”
“If I were guessing, I’d say people bring it to the desk when we’re busy and everyone forgets about it,” Jolene explained.
“That’s probably right. Who reads all these newspapers at the front desk?” she asked with irritation.
“I don’t know. Maybe the guys on third shift. Hey, isn’t that the woman that used to come here?” Jolene grabbed a section of the paper Paula was pulling out.
“Now, don’t you start!”
“Well, isn’t it?” The desk clerk turned the paper around to show Paula the picture of K.
Wynne Connelly.
“I’ll be damned…that’s what it was!” Rapidly reading the announcement of the promotion to vice president, she now remembered that Wynne had wanted to share some big news last week. Instead, she’d gone out that night with Dee. But why hadn’t Wynne said anything since?
Jolene hadn’t realized that a former guest’s promotion would be such big news to her mentor, but she remembered the gossip from when Paula used to drop her off at the hotel late at night. “She’s a friend of yours, right?”
“Yeah, she moved here while I was in Denver.” Paula wasn’t about to offer any more.
Rusty confirmed for her before the move that some of the employees were speculating about her and the Baltimore guest. She hoped they would have forgotten.
“Maybe you should give her a call and congratulate her.”
“Good idea,” she agreed without looking up. She would do more than call.
———
“No, I get back on Friday night, Mom. It’ll be late…sure, I’ll stop by on Saturday.”
Wynne knew she’d have to suck it up sooner or later and make an appearance in the condo complex. She’d avoided coming by over the weekend on the off chance that Paula would be there with her sort-of date. “Mom, I need to go. There’s someone at the door…I don’t know who it is, but I need to answer it. I’ll call when I get back in town, okay?”
Wynne lowered the flame underneath the soup she was heating and hurried to the front door. She wasn’t expecting company, but the neighbors’ kids stopped by from time to time to sell things for school fundraisers, and that’s what she figured this would be.
Instead, she found the hotel manager — still dressed in her uniform — leaning against the pillar on the porch, her arms crossed in an accusing posture and a folded newspaper in her hand.
“Can you believe this? One of my best friends got promoted to vice president and I had to read it in the newspaper!”
“Come on in, Paula.” Wynne stood aside as the irate blonde stomped into her living room.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was going to, but you were busy.”
“I haven’t been busy every night, and we’ve talked on the phone three or four times….”
She stopped herself. “Wait a minute! You’re angry about me going out on a date, aren’t you?”
“I’m not angry about anything, Paula. You have every right to do what you please.” She wouldn’t meet the questioning green eyes.
“But that’s what this is about, isn’t it?” Her tone changed subtly from one of accusation to something more…compassionate.
Wynne didn’t answer; instead, she walked back into the kitchen to turn off the burner.
“You want some soup and crackers?”
“No, I want you to answer me.”
The tall woman sighed as she turned around, crossing her own arms this time as she leaned on the counter. “What right do I have to be angry, Paula? You told me you weren’t going to go there with me again, but I hoped you might change your mind. I’m not angry, but it….” She shook her head and sighed. It breaks my heart.
Paula’s heart went out to Wynne as she watched her struggle with her emotions. “Wynne, I….”
Wynne cut her off. She needed to get this out while she still had her nerve. “I wanted you to start trusting me again. I can’t…I can’t just let go of you, Paula.”
This time, Paula sighed. “I know,” she nodded, “I’ve been thinking about it too.”
“Thinking about what?”
“About you and me…about whether or not we can put the past in the past and give this all another chance.”
Wynne’s heart was racing at what she was hearing. Was Paula really saying they had a chance?
Paula moved across the kitchen and held out her arms, pulling the tall woman close. “You scare me half to death, Wynne.”
Wynne squeezed her tightly. “I love you. Please don’t be afraid.”
“You love me?”
“Yes,” Wynne whispered, finally touching the mouth she’d missed for so long. She could feel the smaller woman relax in her arms, returning the kiss with all the intensity of their first time. Memories of their night together roared back and the brunette forcibly calmed herself, breaking the kiss but not the embrace. “I do love you, Paula.”
Paula’s heart pounded at the simple words. All of her willpower evaporated as her hands reached underneath the long shirt to feel the warm skin on Wynne’s back. Just as they’d done before, both women were
about to lose control.
Chapter 19
“Where’s your bedroom?” Paula asked, already working the buttons on Wynne’s shirt.
Wynne couldn’t believe what was happening as she led the woman she loved down the darkened hallway.
Moments later, both women were stripped to their waists and Paula was tossing her clothes over the trunk at the foot of the bed. Now naked, she stopped to stroke Wynne’s breasts, which gleamed white against her tanned skin.
The taller woman responded by pushing her back onto the kind-sized bed, standing again to rid herself of her slacks and thong in one fluid move, gloriously reminiscent of the last time they did this.
Slowly, Wynne crawled onto the bed, settling her body between the smaller woman’s thighs. She could feel Paula open as feet wrapped around and came to rest on her calves.
Resting her elbows beside Paula’s shoulders, she lowered her lips for a kiss.
“I haven’t been with anyone since you,” the blonde whispered.
Wynne thought her heart would explode with that knowledge. She wouldn’t have asked the question for a million dollars. “I haven’t either.”
“Not even Heather?”
“No, no one.” Dipping her head, she tenderly nibbled the soft skin below Paula’s ear.
“How could I?”
Wynne shifted her body to the side so she could run her hand up and down Paula’s nude form. The breasts, the hips, the silky blonde curls were all just as she remembered them, just as she had envisioned them so many nights alone in her bed. She lowered her head, sucking a taut nipple into her mouth as her hands wandered to the soft insides of Paula’s thighs.
“Go inside me, Wynne,” the blonde woman pleaded. She didn’t want to wait — she was ready now!
Wynne’s thoughts of savoring the moment flew out the window with the command.
Sliding her fingers through the wet folds, she pressed inside.
“God, yes!” Paula rocked her whole body against the plunging fingers, her hands subconsciously squeezing Wynne’s shoulders in the same rhythm.
The brunette slipped her other arm underneath the writhing woman and pulled her close.
Her own center ground against Paula’s thigh, and she would peak soon. “I love you,” she gasped as her climax began. Closing her eyes tightly, she fought to concentrate on her hand inside her lover. There! She felt the contraction as Paula stiffened in her arms.
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