“It’s…strange,” Vickie said as she finished up and finally looked up while she took a sip of her coffee. Brenda had come to the table carrying her own mug and a roll. She paused in speaking. “Meeting like this, I mean,” she added when Brenda looked at her quizzically.
Brenda nodded once in acknowledgement and let her eyes flick down to Vickie’s chest. Underneath her red jacket she was wearing a white blouse that was unbuttoned lower than would be considered appropriate in most offices. Vickie had to force herself not to self-consciously reach up and close a few of the buttons. “You look good,” Brenda said, slightly inclining her head, indicating the other woman’s bustline.
To her embarrassment, Vickie actually blushed. She felt like a schoolgirl unexpectedly encountering her crush outsid
