The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 7

Before I knew it, the front door of the store opened. I heard Tiffany’s voice all the way in the back room as I brooded over the delicate fabrics and my own f****d up situation. Her voice was inaudible, but I could tell that she was talking to someone very important by the way her voice got all high and mighty. She sounded just like the suck up that she was.

I rolled my eyes, finished the last tag on the dresses, and poked my head out the back room’s door.

Simon popped into my vision and I almost jumped in fright.

“f**k,” I whispered. “You scared me to death.”

“Then why are you still alive?” He whispered back and knocked me against the head with his knuckles. “That’s her.”

I swallowed and nodded. My hands were a little shaky as we both walked out to the front of the store to meet our new manager. I only ever had one which was Tiffany. She wasn’t the best in the world and she had a thing against met, I just knew it, but there had never been any other problems than that. I hoped this new manager didn’t take it upon herself to stir of trouble in the workplace.

Simon all but shoved me out the door and into the front of the store. Though I was thankfully hidden by the slight half-wall that was built between the open area and the back room, there was still a chance I was seen.

But Tiffany wasn't paying attention to the back room at all. Instead, she was looking down at her phone, a slight frown on her face. She slid her phone away into her slack pockets and then crossed her arms. The look on her face showed that she was annoyed and ready to shred someone to pieces.

I slowly walked out to the area. Simon followed me seconds later though he didn't look as frightened as I felt. I thought he would be more terrified since he was the one going bazerk this morning. But I guess he was better at hiding his emotions than I was. Or he was better than dealing with this kind of stress. I doubt Tiffany had spoken to him the same way she'd spoken to me. Sometimes I felt like Tiffany thought I was more of a threat to her job than Simon was which was a huge fat no. I was lucky enough to even till have this job let alone have gotten it in the first place.

Tiffany still hadn't turned to us and I wondered what exactly she was waiting for.

And then she came in.

It was as if all the air in my lungs had been yanked out. I was left in a husk of a body, fighting for a deep inhale.

She was gorgeous. That was an understatement. Everything about her from her dark black hair to the olive color of her skin just screamed goddess.

In my head, I said yikes. That was right. I cleared my throat and looked away. My face was burning and I tried to think about anything other than her.

Simon leaned over to me. "I think that's her."

"You think?" I said but I hadn't looked up from the floor.

I was too scared to.

Tiffany and the woman—who I didn’t know the name of—talk for a few minutes. Their hush words and introductions were brief. Then, Tiffany walked out of the store with so much as a word to Simon and I. Before I could even think about what had gone on or what the hell was happening, the woman turned to us.

The moment she walked toward us I felt my heart drop into my stomach. My breath caught in my throat and all the things Simon was saying to me became background noise. Her black ink hair was pulled up into a sleeked back bun. Gold chained earrings dangled from her ears and she wore a gold necklace to match. Her white button down top was loose over her thin figure and made her look even taller. The black pencil skirt hugged her hips, forming to her curves, and drew attention to her ass. I swallowed hard, trying to look away from her, but I was hypnotized. She placed her hand on her hip and smiled at us.

My eyes went to her lips. They were tinted pink with lip gloss.

“Hello, I’m Amelia,” she said and held out her hand to me.

I was frozen and I couldn’t get any words out.

Simon gave me a weird look. He shook her hand instead. “Simon. This is Julia.”

She hadn’t taken her eyes off me. I was melting under he gaze.

When they let go of their hands, I slowly raised mine and shook her hand. Her skin was soft. Her nails were a perfect manicure and cut short. They were oval shaped. I don’t know why that small detail felt important to me or why I couldn’t get my heart to settle. It felt like last night when I was under Nate and Melanie. Their bodies had turned me into a different person. Again, I was feeling like that. Here, under her scrutiny, with her hand on mine, I was unsure what I should be feeling or whether I should be feeling anything at all. None of it was making sense, but I sure as heck couldn’t control it.

“Julia,” I repeated like a dumbass. I let go of her hand immediately after and tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear.

The smile on her face didn’t budge. Simon butted in.

“Have you been shown around?”

She shook her head. “No. Would you mind?”

“It’s fine with me.” He patted me on the back. “Jules can look after the counter while I show you.”

Simon turned to the back room and Amelia began to follow him. But as she was disappearing behind the hallway, her eyes met mine.

Something about them made me shiver down to my toes.

***

During lunch break Simon pushed the obvious in front of my face.

“She wants to f**k you.”

I choked on my sandwich. It was plain white bread with tuna salad. Though it looked like something I could make at home I was forced to buy it from the shop down the street. Being late only meant that I didn’t have the time to do anything I usually did. Now I was short another five bucks that could have helped me buy more important things. Like electricity. Or rent.

I sighed in my head and sat the tuna sandwich down on the wrapper. We were sitting outside on a bench located behind the store. It was nicer than be close to the dumpsters at the end of the alleyway, but it also wasn’t the prettiest. I was a little antsy to be even sitting on the bench since I swore I saw a few cockroaches crawling on it a few days ago.

I laughed and shook my head. “I think there’s something wrong with your coffee.”

To show him, I knocked my knuckles against the lid of his ice coffee. He jerked it away and then took a lengthy sip of it. He looked up at me with the straw still in his mouth.

“I saw what I saw and I can sense gay-f**k-me eyes a mile away.”

“Sure,” I said and took another bite of my sandwich. “And what about her eyes told you that she wanted in my pants?”

“Well, first of all, she went straight for your hand when we all know no one notices you before me.” I rolled my eyes. “Second of all, she was pulling you towards her when you shook hands!”

I was about to say something to refute the claim, but he held up his hand.

“And! When I was showing her around, she kept asking about you.”

I raised a brow. “What?”

He nodded. “Yeah. She totally was.”

“Wait.” I waved my hand while turning to face him dead on. I slowed blinked, trying to understand what he was saying. “She was actually asking about me?”

He took a long sip while nodding. “She really was. She asked how love you’ve worked here, what kind of things you’re interested in, and whether you were dating anyone—”

“Shut up.”

Simon grinned. “It’s true.”

He sung the words like it was the best f*****g thing ever. I could only gape at him as the words kept repeating in my head.

It was enough to shut me up and to make me recede into my own mind. She was so out of my league even if I was interested in her. And for some reason, I thought she was already taken. By the looks of her, I doubted she was short of any men or women. The real question was why she would ever be into me. I was a completely nobody that was barely getting by paying for tuition and the rent for my shared apartment.

That was really the biggest question of them all when it came to everything that was happening to me this week. Either I had people falling for me or wanting to kill me. One of those people was Tiffany who I just couldn’t shake off my mind thought I had bigger fish to fry. Melanie was a frustrating tick that kept come back for more. And Nate…

He was the one that confused me the most. Though Amelia was coming in for a hard second.

Hard…

I licked my lips as I imagined staring at Nate’s c**k. My hands wrapped out it as I guided it to my mouth. I slid my lips over the head, teasing the slit with the tip of my tongue. He moaned as he grabbed a fist of my hair to tilt my head to the side. I sucked and kissed the head.

I snapped out of the favor dream.

Apparently, I still wasn’t over that one night stand.

***

By the time I got out of the store I was burning up. From the thought about last night and now with the thoughts about my new manager, I think I might be going crazy. I hadn’t seen Amelia since we met and Simon had taken her on a tour around the place. After lunch, I’d spent my time in the back continuing to label each garment as needed. Amelia had been shown her office and she’d spent the remainder of the time cataloguing and getting familiar with the system.

As Simon had so graciously told me while wagging his eyebrows. I had held back my urge to hit him over the head and instead went back to furiously tagging clothes.

Melanie always told me I didn’t get out more. I always thought that was her trying to get me to take her out clubbing more. Now I was starting to think she was right. If I was this sexually depraved, maybe I needed to do something about it.

I headed straight for my car. My keys jingled in my hand as I crossed the parking lot. I wasn’t paying attention and my keys flew out of my hand just as I arrived to the door of my car.

Great.

I crouched to pick them up.

“How was your day?”

I almost hit my head on the side mirror as I jerked forward. That voice…

“Hm.” There was the smack of lips. “Interesting.”

My jaw dropped. That sounded like Amelia.

The man laughed. “What’s that code for?”

I slapped my hand over my mouth.

No.

When I looked through the window of my car, I could just see the back of a tall man and Amelia’s face. They hadn’t noticed me and I silently prayed that they wouldn’t look in my direction. My heart raced as I took in the features of the tall man. He was wearing a blue button down shirt tucked into slacks. It looked more expensive than most men wore out on the street, but he looked like he just got back from a job. Amelia and him were close enough that their legs brushed.

There was no doubt in my mind that they were married. The rings on their joined hands just sealed my own conclusion.

But that was just one factor of the whole f****d up situation.

Because the man was none other than the man I’d spent sucking his c**k.

Nate.