Fated Love: A Lesbian l***q+ Romance Bundle

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Melanie said nothing to that but she was staring at her and Josie hesitated before undoing a second button, and caught the slight smile on Melanie’s face.

“So, we ready to go?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” she undid a third button and fluffed at her hair, “we taking Dog?”

“We don’t have to if we’re taking your car.”

“He’s a part of you, we’ll take him,” she decided.

Dog’s tail thumped on the floor and Melanie chuckled.

“I swear that dog is half human.”

They headed out a little while later after collecting the essentials. A water bowl for Dog, and some water, a couple of root beers and Josie let her hook the phone up to her stereo system.

“I gotta get me one of them for my ride,” Melanie sighed.

“So,” Josie looked over as they neared Charleston, “have you told your boyfriend about me yet?”

“Josh?” she looked across and pushed her hair over her ear, “not on your life. If I told him he’d be wanting us to go doing the sixty nine push up while he sat and jacked off. No way am I telling him about you, you’re my dirty little secret.”

“I guess not,” she smiled crookedly, “I like a little privacy.”

“So you’re normal,” Melanie looked across.

“Yeah,” she slid a hand under her silk blouse, “God, it feels weird when a straight says that, it sounds like I’m some kind of weirdo.”

“You’re not weird,” she shrugged, “you’re cool, so not like the women around here and you’re doing a great job at the mill. My daddy has been raving about you and I’ve been puttin’ in the good word to the boys at the mill as well, you’re doin’ just fine,” she grinned.

“He’s a really cool guy,” she mused, “I’ve emailed a college in Charleston that has a small business course, it’d be great if he could be his own boss.”

“I guess,” she stared at a sign, “it’s gotten me thinking about what I could do with myself, not much work for a high school graduate although I’ve always liked drawing and painting, reminds me, I gotta show you my art folder. I keep talking college but it seems so out of reach and Josh wants to start a family with me as soon as he gets divorced,” she frowned.

“And I keep saying ain’t two kids enough?”

“So, this thing with Josh?” Josie glanced at her, “does he live with his wife or not?”

“He does but she’s a real basket case, she drives him mad and I keep sayin’ you gotta move out and get your own place but he wants to be there for the kids, he’s got two boys under five. Her folks are from Vermont so they ain’t exactly a hoot and a holler away.”

Josie said nothing for a few minutes as she digested this information but eventually she threw it out into the open.

“Do you think he’ll ever leave her?”

For a moment she thought she’d gone too far but then Melanie replied.

“Look I know how it looks from the outside but deep down he’s a good guy who just don’t know how to say no to anyone. I got my red lines too, and getting pregnant to Josh is one of them, which is why I’m a thinking about college.”

“College would be a good thing,” she agreed.

“But in the meantime I gotta earn me some money,” she frowned. “I guess I could get a job in an office, be a nice change from delivering pizzas. I could move to Charleston, at least then Josh could see me more often, he lives just outside of Charleston.”

“Uh huh,” she slowed for a truck.

“You think I’m being stupid, don’t you?”

“I guess,” she frowned as the taillights flashed and a hand waved them forward, “that if a man hasn’t left his wife then he hasn’t left his wife, it can’t get simpler than that. A man will always try to have the best of both worlds, the cook and the mistress.”

She pulled in front of the truck and held up a hand in thanks.

“Sorry to put it like that but this guy sounds like a real jackass. If I was straight and some guy couldn’t leave his wife for me then I’d tell him to go back to his wife, f**k the ass off her and find some way of making it work. There’s no way it’s going to work if he can’t make up his mind, and as for the kids excuse, kids are resilient, they’re gonna cope with a new dad just fine but their old dad on the other hand,” she looked over, “sounds like he won’t cope with a new dad screwing his ex wife.”

Melanie said nothing to that until they pulled up in the parking lot.

“My mom has been saying that for the last six months.”

“Then maybe you should listen to your mom,” she leaned on the steering wheel, “I know how it is, we want them to change. The fault of women is that we love too much for too freaking long and for what? We say he’s different with me, all I have to do is rearrange the furniture, tidy my hair, put his dinner on the table, pad his ego and he’s gonna change, I can change him. Truth is,” she nodded at an overweight man leading a younger woman by the hand, “that fat guy won’t lose weight because she’s still there holding his hand. But the instant she lets go of his hand he’s gonna be pounding the road in his trainers and sweating his ass off just to keep her.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she leaned back, “I hope we can keep in contact after you go, maybe I’ll save my money and come visit you in New York. I might even apply for a college in New York, be a hell of a change from living out here.”

“I’d like that,” she smiled, “you like spending time with a washed up old lesbian?”

“You’re not washed up,” she replied, “don’t you ever go sayin’ that in front of me, not ever and you’re not old, you ain’t even thirty yet.”

“I was kidding,” she slapped her leg.

“How’re things at the mill?” Melanie looked across, “you look so tired.”

“Good,” she managed, “a lot of work but I can manage and thanks for putting in a good word for me, I’m trying harder than normal to do the right thing but sometimes I have to guess at a guy who’s telling me things.”

Melanie stared straight ahead and pushed her hair over her ear.

“I kinda figured that, so, how about if I come along during the day, you could leave office work for me at your place and I could do it for you. I’m not asking for money I’d do it free as a volunteer, the closure is a big thing and I want to see folks get the help they need. I’m good with computers, just tell me what you want and if I got questions I’ll ask them. I just don’t want you getting so tired you fall asleep on me.”

Josie looked past her, the memory now a painful stone in her shoe, the wording was different, less polished but it was the same spirit.

She smiled weakly.

“I’m sorry,” Melanie blushed, “I guess you got client confidentiality, I just think it’s going to be good experience, it’d really help me.”

Josie bowed her head.

“Let me talk to my boss about it first, I don’t make promises I can’t keep,” she reached back for her purse and smiled.

“Now, let’s go see about this dress.”

Josie contemplated Melanie’s shopping bag whilst the younger woman went to the bathroom some time later. They’d spent a good two hours browsing second hand clothes shops and in that time she had come to a better understanding of Melanie. She might be young but she had a good head on her shoulders, especially when it came to money. She had a specific budget for a dress and while Josie had been prepared to pitch in to help buy something more expensive, she’d restrained herself and let Melanie have her head. She tried on several dresses and discarded all of them in quick succession after parading in front of Josie. It was only when she tried on a white dress with wide straps and a cinched waistline that she finally made her decision.

“I like this one,” she cast an eye over a black dress with red and yellow flowers on it, “although that one is pretty good too, but this one has a virginal look to it,” she eyed herself in the mirror, “not that I’m a virgin but you know what I mean.”

“It’s pretty,” she replied, “you look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Melanie smiled.

Josie glanced at her phone as it beeped and a few seconds later she picked it up.

“Hey, Mark, what’s up?”

“I got your update last night, when’s your next one due?”

“Tomorrow,” she replied, “I took the afternoon off, didn’t you read the last email?”

“I did,” he replied, “you seem to have your hands full.”

“You could say that and all,” she propped on her palm, “listen, now that I’ve got your ear, I was thinking of asking if we have the budget for a temp, just for this contract.”

“Who’s the temp?”

“Melanie,” she replied, “her dad is the supervisor there but she’s got invaluable inside knowledge on the employees. We’d be wise to utilize that resource.”

Mark didn’t reply straight away and she pressed on.

“Look, if it’s the money I can cover part of her wages at least.”

“It’s not the money,” he answered, “I’m just concerned she’s too close.”

“I can handle that.”

“I know you can,” Mark paused, “look I have to speak to the finance department but it’d help your case if she put in some volunteer hours for the next day or so. We can always back pay her if it’s approved, I’m trusting you on this.”

“Thanks, I’ll um put it to her.”

They ended the call shortly afterwards but not before he told her about a job offer that had just come up in Pittsburgh.

“It’s for a regional manager, my old job before I moved up the food chain. I know you’d have to relocate or if you wanna keep your apartment here and just do the daily commute. But if you take it you could run your own show and send people out to do the job you’re doing now.”

“Interesting,” she frowned, “let me get back to you on that one, but send me through the details as well,” she farewelled him and ended the call.

Josie stared past her as she contemplated this latest piece of news.

“Well that was better out than in,” she sipped on her Coke, “hey, Earth to Mars, are you reading me?”

“Sorry,” she came back to her and studied her for a moment.

“How’d you like to come work with me at Dyson’s? Officially it’s a volunteer role for the next couple of days while my boss speaks to finance but then you could be an office temp, at least while I’m at the mill. Afterwards I don’t know, but,” she stopped as Melanie straightened up and stared at her.

“Wow, where did that come from?”

“Well, it makes sense seeing as you know everyone there, and I guess seeing you count your cash whilst looking at dresses made me want to help you without just handing over my card, and I was tempted to, believe me.”

“No one’s ever done this for me before,” Melanie replied slowly, “are you sure you’re okay with this? I won’t get mad if you’re not.”

“I’m sure,” she replied.

“So, what’s it involve?”

“A lot of the work is easy enough just tedious paperwork, but I could sure use you out there to clue me up to what some of the guys are really capable of,” she finished awkwardly.

“Serious?” Melanie grinned, “I’d be a good secretary and I could do all of that, easy.”

“Okay then,” she leaned on her elbows, “so tomorrow morning you turn up to work and I’ll walk you through the process but this comes with certain restrictions.”

“I know,” she nodded, “don’t get personally involved, even though I know the people.”

“Right,” she glanced at her phone, “and even though it’s volunteer for the first few days, if they decide not to pay you I’d pay you myself out of my money.”

“You don’t have to do that,” Melanie reached out and grabbed her elbow, “seriously.”

“Well it may not come to that,” she replied, “but just so you’re forewarned, I want to help you, you’ve been fantastic and maybe if we get you trained up it would give you more motivation to apply for college.”

“Yeah, I need me some motivation. Josh keeps talkin’ about doin’ the right thing by his boys and I keep thinkin’ okay whatever.”

The details were ironed out as they drove home an hour later and when they got to Melanie’s house she had to try on a few work outfits, just for Josie’s benefit while her mother got dinner ready. The younger woman seemed completely unfazed stripping off in front of a lesbian and it wasn’t as if she was deliberately flirting. Nudity just didn’t seem to be an issue for her. Eventually she settled on a pair of black trousers and a blue blouse that looked kind of formal.

“I could run something up on my card if you like,” Josie studied her, “we could drop in at Walmart and see what they’ve got but that looks fine though.”

“I hate Walmart clothes,” she winced, “but what the heck, I cain’t exactly afford to go shopping at Saks or Bloomingdales.”

She put her back to the wall and stared out the window.

“One of these days I’m gonna blow this town and just move somewhere else.”

“Like where?”

“New York, L.A, Canada, anywhere but here. I mean look at this place, if’n you blinked when you drove through it you’d miss it. The only thing that stops me doing it is Dog,” her eyes shifted to her dog, “he’s seen me through some tough times and I know he’s gettin’ old but I’m all he’s got.”

“I gotta admit, once you get past the novelty appeal,” Josie moved away from the window and drew nearer to the bed.

“So, what’re you doin’ for the rest of the night?”

“Oh I was going to take in a show but in the absence of a theater I might just head on home after dinner.”

“Stay with me tonight,” she laid back and contemplated her legs, “bed’s big enough for two.”

“What’ll your mom say?”

“About you?” Melanie looked up and smiled crookedly, “not even mom knows about you, like I said, you’re my dirty little secret.”

It was one of those decisions she would have had no problem making a few years ago but a series of failed love affairs had made her cautious. Besides she had to work tomorrow.

“But Friday you come to my place, we can watch a movie or just sit and listen to music.”

Melanie’s next move took Josie completely by surprise as she sat upright and moving forward, she kissed her on the lips. When she finally broke free Melanie had a mischievous look in her eyes as she fell back on her elbows.

“That was different.”

Josie touched her own lips and Melanie grinned.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t making a move on ya. I just been wonderin’ what it was like to kiss a woman,” she locked a hand behind her head.

“So relax.”

Even so Josie felt a little unsure of herself as she sat down to a meal with Melanie’s family. She had honestly expected the younger woman would at least have said something to her mother about her orientation.

So where do I go from here? Is she an office temp? A girlfriend? Or both?