Hi folks, here it is the continuation of the story between Gwen and Kavita. If you haven't done it yet, I strongly recommend that you read the first chapter first.
Let me know if you have enjoyed it.
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The following week was a nightmare for Gwen. She felt lost, she was ashamed, and she felt like she had betrayed Finn, even though practically nothing had happened... yet she felt guilty, just for those confused thoughts that had assailed her during that terrible night... She missed Finn terribly, she needed his physical presence to reassure her, and instead she was all alone, in that big city, far away... Plus, as if that weren't enough, she couldn't escape far from the object of her disturbances, her boss, Kavita... She was obliged to see her every day, to share with her the small and intimate space of the office... And every night she writhed in bed, trying to keep her mind clear of images of women wrapped in sinful embraces, whose features were terribly similar to hers and Kavita's... or Jenna's, depending on the nights... while she was awake she could control herself with a great effort of will, before going to bed she phoned Finn and hear his voice always gave her a certain stability, but as soon as she fell asleep her mind was free to escape on forbidden paths... When she woke up in the morning, she felt hot and dizzy, and she immediately got out of bed trying to concentrate straightaway on the working day that waited her, terrified by the possibility of remembering her night dreams.
Kavita, for her part, behaved almost as if nothing had happened, as if those veiled speeches and invitations, and that stolen kiss, had never happened, so much so that to Gwen it seemed at times that it had been nothing more than a feverish dream... if only she could have really believed it... There were in fact the generous cleavages displayed by Kavita to remind her every day of her troubles, and her smiles, her winks... Gwen wasn't sure, and she hoped she was wrong, but it seemed to her that Kavita's necklines had suddenly become more daring, and the compliments towards her more explicit, even if always subtle... it seemed to her that Kavita never missed an opportunity to approach her, to touch her, to smile at her... all done with great grace and with the elegance that characterized Kavita, so much so that Gwen sometimes still hoped it lay only on her frightened imagination.
As involuntary reaction, Gwen had flinched on the defensive, in the presence of Kavita she felt nervous, as if contracted, and the latter had to notice, because in the middle of the week, when Gwen was about to go home, Kavita called her back: "Gwen, dear, wait a moment please... I want to ask you something... I have been seeing you distracted, like nervous in the last days... there is something wrong, is there any problem? Please, be honest with me, I'm your boss, I have the right to know if something disturbs the serenity of my employees..."
Gwen was dumbfounded. Kavita surely imagined that it was her who disturbed her serenity, but she certainly couldn't tell her it.
"N-no, not at all, on the contrary... it's all fine, really... I'm just a little tired, that's it..."
"Uhmm, are you sure? Well, if you say so... You know what, since you're tired, why don't you take a day off tomorrow?"
Gwen began to protest, saying that she had just started and she didn't want to take vacation yet, but Kavita cut her off decisively.
"Don't worry Gwen, honey... the work you're doing is great, I mean it, you deserve a little break. Do not worry about a day off, consider it a gift from me, after all I am the boss, if I believe that one of my employees deserves a little gratification by virtue of her efforts, it's in my powers to decide it... I prefer a rested and concentrated employee than a tired and unmotivated one, it perform a thousand times more... so I don't want to hear protests, okay?"
Gwen saw no way out, Kavita was very nice to offer her that little break from work and she was really tired and confused, it would certainly do her good to stay away from the closed space of that office for a day, so she accept.
"O-ok, if you really insist... thank you very much."
Kavita gave her a mischievous wink and let her go home.
The next day Gwen got up calmly, took a relaxing hot shower and allowed herself a lavish breakfast. She felt so much better, it was amazing how not having to spend the day in close contact with Kavita had relieved her stress. She evidently was accusing that situation more than she thought...
Everything was fine until, shortly after lunch, she received a message on her cell phone. It was from Kavita.
** Gwen, honey, how are you? I hope this morning of rest made you feel better... You don't know how empty the office seems without you... By the way, did you know that there is an important exhibition at MoMA on Reiko Kazama? I was thinking, since you are home and it would be good to take a break from work also for me, why don't we go together to the exhibition this afternoon? I'll pick you up at 3pm. Just tell me where you live. See you soon! Kav **
Anxiety immediately assailed again Gwen. She had hoped not to see Kavita at least for a day, to clear her mind, but instead it seemed that she had no escape. After all, although the idea of it didn't thrill her, an exhibition on Reiko would certainly have been very interesting, she adored that young modern Japanese sculptor. And then she already felt much stronger and able to face Kavita, who however seemed to have already decided everything, without giving her many possibilities to refuse. So Gwen, sighing, replied:
** Very well, wonderful idea! New Avenue n ° 872. See you soon, Gwen **
Punctual, at 15 o'clock Kavita arrived, with her red sport cabriolet.
As soon as Gwen entered the uncovered cockpit, Kavita kissed her on both cheeks, enveloping her in her intense oriental perfume. Gwen barely cast a quick glance in her direction, but it was enough to lose all her confidence. It was in fact evident that Kavita was not wearing work clothes, but that she had changed on purpose for the occasion, showing off an informal and very light pink blouse, which did little to hide her exuberant curves, and a long skirt with floral motifs. As they headed towards the MoMA, in the intimacy of that narrow cabin, Gwen was terribly aware of Kavita's plunging neckline and ruby lips.
Fortunately, once they arrived at the exhibition, Gwen was so enchanted by the wonderful works of Reiko Kazama that she forgot her fears about Kavita, and began to relax. In reality, Kavita's company was really pleasant, Gwen was struck by the deep culture of that woman, by her elegance and sophistication, without being snobbish or arrogant. On the contrary, Kavita was spontaneous and bubbly, and Gwen felt overwhelmed by that woman's personality. She realized she could never be up to her: Kavita was so much more brilliant than her, she had more experience and more insight, and she was so confident, so charming... and she was also very funny, Gwen had to hold back her laughter in at least a couple of occasions for Kavita's jokes, so as not to be out of place in that solemn and formal environment. She was so involved by Kavita's energy that almost stopped noticing all the times in which Kavita's hand gently touched her, encircled her waist, brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, lightly stroked her cheek...
When they finally reached the end of the exhibition it was almost evening, and the gentle arrival of dusk began to envelop everything with sweeter tones. Reiko Kazama's style was visionary, cubic, abstract, she played with materials, provoked with colors, and her works were so bizarre that often Gwen needed the cultured interpretation of Kavita, who seemed capable of grasping any artistic reference, to be able to interpret them. The last work on display, just before the exit, was on the contrary in open contrast to all the others, for its realism that almost referred to the statues of the Italian Renaissance. However, it was not this oddity that made Gwen fall silent from the bewilderment, but the subject of the artwork. In fact, it depicted two human figures, in what was an evident erotic embrace. It was also evident that they were two women. They were both naked, with their bodies in close contact, almost fused into each other, their legs crossed, wrapped in a very tight embrace. The realism of the artwork was shocking, and to Gwen it almost felt like they were alive. One of them, slightly smaller, was abandoned in the other's arms, in a slightly subordinate position, her head leaning back, her face hidden by that of the other woman, bent over her in the act of kissing her deeply. A plate in front of the statue carried the following caption:
