<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/63778f451dddfcacb31f8acbd2edabc3/tumblr_mlmpo3jOmy1rkcdc7o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Talia Jasmine Heilprin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miranda's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Miranda<hr/><br/>Her knuckle inched toward the door, but it froze at the last moment. "Shit..." She chewed on her lower lip and moved her hand to nervously rub across the lower half of her face. Even though the other rooms were filled with guests, everything was silent. The silence made things worse for Talia, because she realized that only person stopping her was herself. Her stomach churned; she knew that there were no barriers except the excuses she had invented over the past few months.<br/><br/>Talia had always wanted to be presented with the opportunity to see Miranda in private. Even though Miranda had often angered Talia, the businesswoman owed everything to her. Miranda was everything Talia desired: intelligent, brave, and controlling. When Talia spoke with her, she felt as if she was speaking to somebody who was actually a superior human being. Regardless of her religious beliefs, Talia could not shake this ideal from her head.<br/><br/>She didn't knock. Her hand reached down, latched onto the knob, and swiftly opened the door. A lamp lit the room, and the bright screen of Miranda's phone attracted the eye. Talia leaned her bottom against the door, shutting it quietly behind her. She had a desire to lock it, but she didn't want to give away her intentions. Of course, Miranda probably knew what the woman wanted.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry to bother you and come in uninvited. You were with those other girls all day. Do you have a few minutes? It has been so long since we got to catch up on anything other than business."<em>Jealousy.</em>It was obvious. The slightly chubby woman seemed glued to the door, and her expression revealed some sense of nervousness. It had been a while since she had last been with another woman. She left everything she had in her own bedroom (even her cell phone). Her buxom chest seemed to appear even more plump in the evening lighting. For whatever reason, her Israeli accent seemed heavier when she was nervous.