Thank you for the overwhelming response to this story :)

Special thanks to John6Lisa for all her help :)

Hope you like this chapter :)

Myka was nervous, to say the least. She had a date with the most beautiful woman she had ever met and as she stood there infront her closet, none of its contents seemed good enough for the evening. All there was were pants and shirts in various hues of grey, navy and of course black and white. She really needed to upgrade her wardrobe, she thought as she pulled out items of clothing, surveyed them for appropriateness and discarded them on the growing pile on the floor. This was going to be a disaster, she thought, as she flopped down on the bed frustrated. Time was ticking away and she had nothing to wear. She lay there recalling the way the woman's stylish dress had clung to her shapely body, accentuating her curves perfectly. She sighed and got up again, determined to find something decent to attire herself with. After another half hour of trolling through the pile again, she settled on a simple black faux leather pants and a navy shirt. This would have to do, as if she mulled over it any longer, she would be late.

She stood now outside room 1510 and raised her hand to knock on the door. After two soft raps on the hard wood, the door unlocked and again Myka felt the universe stop. She was accurate in assuming that nothing in her closet would ever match up to anything this woman wore. Standing before her was Helena wearing another form fitting dress, this time emerald green, with a very low neck line that allowed Myka a teasing view of the rise of her chest.

Helena was equally dazzled. From the leather pants to that tight navy shirt with the top three buttons undone, to the black jacket; Myka just screamed sexy. Helena was tempted to forgo dinner altogether and get down to dessert right here in her room. But she remembered her manners and found her voice. "Wow. You look amazing."

Myka dipped her head shyly and scuffed her shoes on the carpet.

"I clean up alright. You look absolutely radiant." She complimented.

"I guess I clean up alright too, then. Shall we?"

Helena responded, hooking her arm in Myka's and leading her towards the elevator.

The ride up was awkward. They both remained there, arms linked, unable to speak. When the elevator finally dinged, heralding their arrival at the rooftop restaurant, they both sighed audibly then laughed at the silliness of the whole thing.

Helena had reserved a discreet corner table for their dinner. Myka, feeling suddenly chivalrous, pulled out Helena's chair for her before seating herself.

"And they say chivalry is dead." Helena teased.

"Well, it's a dying art." Myka responded, enjoying the sound of Helena's laughter.

"So, are you ready to treat your palate to some Japanese tastes? Or would you prefer something a bit more familiar?" Helena challenged.

"I've never had much Japanese food, save for the sushi I tried once, so yeh, hit me with it."

"Brilliant!" Helena exclaimed before turning to the waiter who had arrived to take their orders.

"We'll start with some cool saki and miso soup." Helena ordered turning her attention back to Myka.

The initial awkwardness from the elevator was gone as they both found themselves opening up to each other easily.

"So what were you doing near my construction site?" Myka questioned, looking up from her soup.

"I'm actually a visiting lecturer at UF. I'm here for two weeks to give talks on Genetic Engineering with focus on Crop Improvement. Last year at my base university in England we made some groundbreaking headway into plant genome alteration. Since then, I've been moving from university to university doing seminars on our discoveries. It's remarkable really the amount of information that still there untapped in our DNA." Helena explained.

"Wow. That's impressive."

"What about you? I hope you didn't get into trouble for coming out of your crane to help me. I know safety regulations are very strict in the construction world."

"Well, I couldn't really chastise myself now could I?" Myka bantered.

Helena looked at her confused.

"I'm not exactly a crane operator. I mean I operate the cranes, I'm certified to do so, but that's not exactly my job. I'm actually the head engineer for that project, so technically, I'm kinda the boss."

"Bloody hell, that's fantastic! It's really refreshing to see a woman dominating in a more male oriented field! Brilliant!" Helena congratulated.

Their conversation continued through platters of sashimi, sushi rolls and countless saki refills; both of them regaling each other with stories of their work and life growing up. By the end of dinner they both had a nice buzz going and found themselves giggling on the elevator ride down to Helena's floor. Helena considered inviting Myka in to extend their night even further but decided against it. She felt a strong connection to Myka and didn't want to rush things. She wanted this to be more than just a one night fling. They stood outside her door, gazing into each others eyes and smiling; neither wanting the evening to end. Finally Myka broke the silence.

"Will you have any free time while you're here? I could take you around. Show you a bit more than Florida's universities if you'd like?"

"I'd love that. How's Tuesday?"

"Tuesday is perfect."

"It's a date then?"

"Definitely."

Myka knew it was time to leave but felt like she just couldn't turn around and walk away. She hesitated for a moment before mustering up her courage and leaning in to place a light kiss at the corner of Helena's mouth. She lingered there a bit before whispering a soft goodnight and standing back to look at Helena once more before turning to head to the elevator. Helena waved one last goodbye as Myka disappeared around the corner. She entered her room and leaned against the closed door. Tuesday seemed too far away.

Reviews? Comments? This way please :)