CHAPTER ONE
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Author: Amberholic Willow sat at a table in the Starbucks café, her eyes darting between several sheets of paper and her computer screen. Since her meteoric rise to success in the world of computers, Willow rarely pampered herself. Starting a company was hard work, and even now Willow was working herself to the bone. Since her last relationship with Tanya, Willow had practically discarded every thought of being in a serious relationship with anyone at all. So many things had happened to Willow in her past in terms of relationships that it made her very reluctant to get into another one. Tanya worked for large media firm in LA where Willow used to live. At the time the redhead was starting her own business and struggling to make a go of it. She was attracted to Tanya from the start and so they had started dating. She had loved her so much... One day she had been walking home from the work and was very excited to tell her girlfriend about the events of her day. The redhead walked down the hallway and saw that Tanya's door was closed. She didn’t hear any noises from it so she just barged in, only to find Tanya and Kelly, her own best friend, making out. She was so devasted that she hadn't waited for any explanation; she had bolted across the street like a hunted animal. Her Tanya with her best friend... how could she? Tanya had simply used her for fun, for her own sadistic pleasure. Willow had been a game to her. Now Tanya had discarded her and moved on to the next girl. Her best friend. To hell with such friends! She was nothing but a whore, trash! They could never understand what really love means. BEEP. BEEP. It was her laptop snapping her back to reality. Damn! What is wrong with this program now, the hacker thought while she scribbled something on one sheet of paper followed by anxiously tapping the keys on her laptop. The redhead was so caught up in her work that she didn’t notice that someone was staring at her from across the café. Tara Maclay, the beautiful and famous film-actress. Tara Maclay, the way her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders, the shapely curves of her sexy body, the deep blue of her eyes and last but not least the breathtaking lopsided grin that would be the death of any woman.Tara Maclay was gay but no one knew it. Her fame had caused her to decide to never to bring it out into the open. Of course her family and close friends knew, but no one other then that. Tara had been searching for someone for so long, someone who’d love her for who she was, and to accept her as a person and not as a Hollywood Object. Someone to accept her past, and live with her future. She didn't want a simple affair, she wanted a real relationship and not someone who would rush to sell their story to the newspapers at the first chance. Tara sat at a table with her friends but found her eyes drifting to Willow's table. She was so caught up watching the redhead that she didn't notice her best friend Sally talking to her. "Earth to Tara!" Sally chanted for the third time. "Huh?" Tara said absentmindedly. "Did you say something?" "Tara, are you okay?" Sally asked in concern "You seem kinda, you know... not here." "Oh." Tara realized what she'd done. "I guess I was just thinking about my new movie..." "Liar!" Anya exclaimed. "Excuse me? " Tara looked at her in wide-eyed shock. "You weren't thinking about your new movie, you were daydreaming about that girl," she said and pointed to Willow. "I don't know why you are even bothering to stare at her. You could never be with her." "Why not??" Tara retorted. "She's far too caught up in herself and her own self-importance. Don't you know she's rejected everyone whose tried to ask her out? I imagine she must think herself too gorgeous to waste her time on the rest of us. Not that I think she's gorgeous. I, for one, would never go out with such a rude narcissist! Narcissist!!" "Anya, for God's sake! " Tara said and look towards Willow "I don't believe she could be rude, or a narcissist. Just look how focused she is on her work. I can see that she's beautiful, but I imagine she's also thoughtful, kind, intelligent..." "Whoa," exclaimed Sally " you're eyeballing her for the first time from 20 feet away and you can tell all that?" "Well, I...well.." Tara was searching for a reason to cover herself and failing miserably. "I'll tell you what, Maclay" Anya bounced up and down like a child who had just gotten her Christmas present, and discovered it was all cash, "I bet you that you couldn't get her to date you for a week. OH!! More then that! I dare you to make her kiss you. In order to win this Tara she must kiss you" She said emphasizing that she expected Willow to intitiate the kiss, and not the other way around. Oh my God, what is going with Anya today? Tara thought to herself. She knew Anya had a tendency to be very direct, but this was the first time she had seen her friend act quite so brashly. Her eyes darted to settle once again on Willow. Such a beauty! Tara, look at her body, her hair... An angel, she is simply an angel. I would die to get just one kiss from those luscious lips... Her thoughts were cut off by the voice of her friend Sally, "Tara you don't have to do it. You know Anya, she just loves to make bets." " What? " Anya yelled, "There you go defending her again! " She turned to Tara. "Okay, so fine. So I like to gamble a little now and then. But, Tara, for once in your life I dare you to do something that you really want. I can see the way you're looking at her. You could practically be arrested for stalking." Anya let out a dramatic sigh, "But, if you really want to chicken out..." "I do not," Tara said "Do to, " Anya deftly replied "Tara, listent to me: you don't have to do it." Sally said, glaring at Anya. "C'mon, Tara what do you say?" Asked Anya. "You got a bet," Tara replied simply, once again returning her gaze to the mysterious redhead. |
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