So here is another update... I don't know what to think about it, but that's what came out of it... it's not that long which is due to the fact that I still have a hard time finding my way back into writing.

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Chapter 10

Bo was trying to recreate the evening. She was trying to find the reason when everything twisted into this weird mushy, jelly-like sludge inside her chest she now had to overcome. It made her feel anger. No seriously, she had been in an amazingly awesome mood with cream and a cherry on top when she left the bathroom. She was ready to get into the final round and kick asses because she knew she would get the jackpot anyway. No matter if she won or lost.

Winning meant money and losing meant cheering up kisses from a certain blonde. Or at least that's what she thought.

"Wrong!"

Bo shifted on her mattress in the semi dark of her apartment. She couldn't get comfortable. She couldn't fall asleep. She couldn't understand.

"Gosh, dammit!"

A lazy cat's eye was staring at her, reflecting the dim light of the moon.

"Don't judge, Bane! I didn't do anything wrong, okay?! She kissed me. Okay? Well, first. She kissed me first. And it was... uuuuh!"

Bo sighed and sat up. Her hair was a mess from rolling around in bed the past two and a half hours. Every time the pictures flooded back at her, her stomach tightened, her heart bounced out of rhythm and her palms felt damp.

"It was probably the most erotic few minutes in my entire life, Bane and I mean, she barely touch me."

The red furred companion seemed to have enough of the struggle of its two-legged owner and left the bed with an elegant, soundless hop on the floor. With his tail straight up in the air he left into the kitchen.

The hum of the fridge broke the silence in the apartment.

Bo was yet again back in that club, at that table, playing the final round.

She felt warm and every time she looked up after trying to concentrate on the match, she saw that blonde, slender woman with those warm and glowing light brown eyes smiling back at her from that big crowd of people shouting and laughing and pointing at Bo with every ball that rolled into the right place.

The brunette felt amazing. Especially because her enemy was so damn sure of themselves. Lone. What name was that anyway? No offense. Bo just didn't like people that got ahead of everything and thought they were something better than the rest of the bunch. Lone. Mone. Shlone. A-lone. Yeah. That's what she felt now.

Alone.

Bo remembered looking up into the audience trying to find her. She was standing a little bit to the left side watching Bo with a smile on her lips and a spark in her eyes. Lauren, her Boss. It made the brunette feel even better in her own skin knowing that the blonde was with her. Focusing on her. It set Bo on fire in very specific parts of her body. She was burning. The thought of her Boss looking at her like that.

Indescribable.

"Argh!"

Bo stood up and started pacing from wall to wall.

She had felt so good. All night she had felt so good. And when the black eight hit home it was like fireworks lit up in her chest and broke through her head to explode at the ceiling of the club. Until she looked back to the place where she expected those glowing orbs and inviting lips to holler back at her. But they didn't. Bo was searching through the mass of clapping people, but she didn't see any hint of the blonde.

Confusion turned her fireworks into fireballs and a painful twist in her stomach shut off everything delightful and when she got the trophy money the brunette couldn't really enjoy it much. So she went home. A glimmer of hope washed over her when she saw a familiar back of a blonde head near the exit of the dance bar, only to find out it wasn't her on a second look.

The question running through the brunette's head was how to go on from where she was now. The facts were simple. Lauren was her Boss, Bo was the Driver, they had a working contract and Bo definitely needed the money. But that kiss changed a whole lot. At least for Bo. It had felt different than other kisses and it had left Bo more confused than other first kisses ever did.

It was Sunday already. Pretty early still, but not late enough for Sally to yell at her, yet. Bo stopped pacing and looked at Bane staring back at her from the kitchen counter.

"I'm gonna confront her. Yes, I will."

A yawn left the brunette. Finally, she felt sleepy.

"First thing in the morning."

Bane stared on unfazed.

"Well it's still Saturday in my world. As long as I didn't sleep it's no such thing as the next morning. That are the rules. Don't blame me, I didn't make them."

Bo went to the edge of her bed and fell onto the mattress.

"Holly sleep. Come and get me!"

She woke up around noon. Confused and with her tongue glued to her gums. She craved water, well, and a steak but her fridge said no, so she went with water and a slice of bread. If she thought about steak hard enough maybe the bread turned its taste in her mouth. But it didn't.

She finished what she called noon-fast, since it was too late for breakfast and too shabby to call what she had lunch and checked on Sally. Noon meant, she had either been too far away to hear it's cries or it ran out of battery since Bo forgot to charge it for some time now.

"Bingo!"

Her own reflection starred back at her on the black screen in her hand. On her way to the bathroom, she plugged the charger in.

While the water in the shower ran, Bo stopped at when she saw herself in the mirror.

"Oh boy."

Her hair was a nest, her skin still covered in the mosaics of her bed sheets and the black shadows underneath her eyes remained of those little bear-ish animals.

A raccoon.

After poking into her left cheek and stretching the black area downwards with her forefingers, Bo jumped into the semi warm water of her shower.

"Time to morph back into that Bo from last night."

With one last look over her dark green shirt, a little readjustment of her black leather jacket and a light stroke through her hair falling in soft curls over her shoulders, Bo pushed the button next to the security screen at Lauren Lewis' front door.

"Easy peasy, Bo. Just be yourself."

A light buzz and the door opened. The brunette stepped in and found herself back in that flagged hallway. When the front door closed itself with a soft pop, Bo walked on to the next door on the left.

"Guess I wait, or...?"

Unsure of what to do, Bo just waited while snapping her fingers and shifting uncomfortably from toes to heels and back. She didn't like that hallway much, nor waiting in it.

"I'm not gonna die here."

Singing in a soft but high voice Bo had to think about that damn movie she had to watch with a friend of hers. The one with Zombies and a house that was intelligent and that hallway which turned into a laser-trap, which would cut you into little tiny cubes. She was basically waiting for that little hologram-girl to pop up. What was this movie called again? Resident something?

After what felt like hours, the lock clicked and the door swung open slowly. Bo was looking into her Boss' apartment. Lauren was standing across the room at the piano with a glass of clear liquid in her hand. By the sight of the blonde Bo forgot all the anger she felt earlier. Lauren looked like Bo's favorite song sounded in her ears and it made her feel that heat again. In her chest, in her stomach and her head was clearly not in this world right now. Lauren's hair was straightened down and the light coming in from the window made it shimmer golden. A white long button down hung loosely around her curves and her dark jeans hugged her legs tightly. Her bare feed crossed she was leaning against the dark wood.

"Why are you here?"

Bo snapped out of her own symphony and stepped forward.

"Can I come in?"

"It's Sunday and I didn't tell you to come."

"I guess that's a yes."

Bo closed the door after her. Walking towards the blonde Bo could see that the Lauren from last night was hidden back again behind the cold and stony facade of Miss Lewis.

"I didn't see you anymore last night."

"You're not supposed to be here without an invitation."

"I won you know?"

Bo walked closer while they were throwing sentences against each other.

"You're not even supposed to be in this room."

"You just left."

The blonde didn't move a muscle. She just watched the brunette coming closer.

"I didn't ask you to come."

As frustrating as this non-conversation was, Bo felt that pull towards this woman in front of her. Pictures of yesterday flashed through her mind and the feelings she felt came back full force and with them disappointment and anger and Bo stopped a few steps in front of the blonde.

"Why did you leave last night?"

Bo held eye contact. It felt like a battle she didn't want to lose. The room fell quiet. Painfully quiet. Non of the women dared to move.

"Here goes nothing."

With that, Bo looked away and let out a deep sigh. That's not how she would get through that thick wall of resistance.

Her Boss took a sip of her drink and placed it on a leather coaster on the piano.

"You should go."

Bo ran out of patience. Whatever!

"You know, I came here to talk, to understand what happened yesterday. I thought we had a good time. I thought we, well, I don't know what I thought. You just left and that sucked ass."

Bo stopped herself. It didn't help losing her temper. A few seconds went by and the brunette gathered her thoughts. This was nothing she wanted nor needed in her life. She had a lot of lousy jobs and she still did them due to her current situation but she had never been played like that. Her feelings had never been involved like that.

"You know, I don't need this."

Bo grabbed in her right pocket of her black pants for that stupid alarm box of a phone. She stepped forward and took her Boss' left hand with her free hand and placed the phone into it.

"It was an adventure working for you, Lauren."

Bo let go of the soft hand and the phone and turned around.

"What does that mean? You're quitting?"

Bo looked back.

"I quit."

The brunette walked to the door and put her hand on the handle. The cold steel quenched her burning skin. She tried hard to keep her cool or make it look as if she was, because her insides were screaming and crying like little children begging her to take it back.

"Just one thing."

Bo turned back around. Her Boss was still standing with the phone in her outstretched hand.

"You kissed me first, Lauren. And when I kissed you, you kissed me back. So don't try to play the innocent here. You started this. And I can't say that I didn't like it. But I also won't beg."

They looked at each other and Bo was hoping so bad for Lauren to say something, to do something. But after a while the brunette realized that she wouldn't.

"Okay."

The brunette never felt as rejected in her whole life as she did right now. She opened the door and walked into that flagged hallway. Her steps echoed in between the walls. When she made it to the front door Bo frowned. There was no handle.

"The heck...?"

Bo pushed against the heavy wood but nothing happened. She searched the wall for a button or anything that looked like something similar that would open that damn door.

"No one gets in or out without my consent."

Bo closed her eyes and tilted her head down.

"Just great."

So much having the upper hand.

Bo didn't turn around. She didn't want to look at her former Boss again. It was hard enough to go in the first place.

"Would you then please open the door, so that you don't have to deal with me anymore?"

"I can't."

Bo winced when she heard the blonde's voice right next to her ear. When did she get that close? Bo turned around and squeezed herself against the hard wooden door. Two light brown orbs were staring back at her. Bo gulped down the urge to lean in. A pair of lips were only a few centimeter away from hers. As much as she felt trapped, she also felt a whole lot of different feelings which didn't help her situation much.

"Y-you can't?"

The blonde shook her head no.

"I can't let you walk out like that."

The scent of Lauren's perfume, shampoo and everything Lauren made it's way up Bo's nose and into her system. It made her weak in the knees. Lauren's eyes scanned Bo's face before she stepped back. Just enough for Bo to take a breath again, that she didn't know she was holding.

"I can't fall for you, Bo."

Bo blinked.

"You what now?"

Lauren sighed and walked back to the apartment door. She looked at Bo and silently asked for her to get back in.