The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 11

The next day was a gift. I didn't have class with Mr. Stockham—otherwise known as Nate but I was trying to stop seeing him as the man I almost slept with. I also hadn't seen Melanie since the night before and hadn't heard from her since her phone call in the middle of class. It seemed that today would be the best day of the week.

But I'd thought too far ahead.

Work had passed by without any incident, except for the pestering from Simon in which he made snide remarks about my infatuation with Amelia and Nate.

I smacked my forward. Simon stopped talking and gave me a strange look.

Right. I wasn't supposed to call him Nate. It's only going to be Mr. Stockham from now on.

The problem with that was that I couldn't help but like the way Mr. Stockham sounded in my head. There was an underlying fantasy of him bending me over his desk and having his way with me.

My cheeks flushed and I tried to focus on the last of the shipment. The clothes in my hands were for the summer collection. They were an array of simple baby blue blouses that showed off the chest area and covered little to no skin. It was only in the light that the sheer fabric showed off the true figure of the woman. I quite liked it. If it didn't cost over three hundred dollars I might have thought about buying it. Of course, that kind of money was out of the question. I don't think I would have been able to afford it if I even had the money.

I sat the blouse down after I tied the tag to it.

Simon leaned his hip against the counter. He was giving me one of his all knowing looks. Sometimes he scared me when he could simply guess what I was saying.

"What is it this time?" He asked in a way that made it seem like I was the bane of his existence

There were many things I could have said to him then. I shook my head instead of saying what was on my mind.

I folded the blouse into a neat pile and slid it next to the rest. "I don't know what you mean."

He raised a brow. "For f***s sake. At least try harder than that to lie to me."

"I'm done talking to you." I walked to the back of the room and grabbed my back. I slipped the straps onto my shoulder.

Simon was waiting for me when I turned around. He stood against the wall with his arms folded over his chest.

"I don't like how this is going."

I raised my hands in defeat. "Then drop it. It's nobodies business but mine."

I walked away from him. I'd hoped in the back of my mind that he would let this go. Instead of listening to me, Simon followed me out to the front of the store.

My heart dropped once I saw who was out there.

I came to an abrupt halt. Simon smacked into my back. He let out an 'oof' sound.

"What the hell was that for?" He hissed under his breath, but he fell silent after that. I think he found out who I was looking at.

Amelia stood at the front of the store a little ways away from the desk. She wore a red pencil skirt and a flowing black blouse that matched her matte black heels. Her curly black ink hair was twirled up into a clip that sparkled with red incrusted gems. She looked every bit the part of a manager for a high end clothing store. When she was compared to anyone else, that included me, she looked godly.

Right then, I felt as if I was nothing but dog s**t on the bottom of her shoe.

Simon hummed. "I know what's going on now."

I elbowed him but didn't say anything. Even though I'd tried to keep it quiet as to not alert her that we were there, Amelia turned. She was holding a sheet of paper that I believed to be the numbers for the shipment. The store would be closing for the day since it was nearly close to seven. Customers usually liked to shop in the mid-day as opposed as the night. It kept their schedules more open for the nightlife in the city.

I didn't really know anything about that. The closest thing I'd ever gone to that was considered a party was the Red Emblem. That hadn't even been my idea.

Amelia gave us a small smile and started making her way towards us. I cursed Simon in my head. I turned to give him a glare, but when I turned, he wasn't there any more.

That f*****g s**t.

"Hey," she said. I whipped my head back towards her. She stopped in front of me and c****d her hip. The papers were nestled under her arm, between her elbow and her body. "I wanted to talk to you."

I gaped. "About what?"

I hadn't meant for it to sound so abrupt or rude. But it was a little strange to me that Amelia would want to talk to me. I was no one but the girl that folded and tagged clothes in the back. The closest I got to being up front was when either Simon or Olivia weren't in for the day.

Amelia's grin grew. The red lipstick made her look more like a villain or some dominatrix than a sales woman.

“How about you wait for me?” She looked down at the gold watch on her wrist. “I get off in five minutes.”

The words were caught in my throat. I felt like I was being strangled. “I don’t know—”

She placed her arm on my shoulder. “It’s important.”

I looked down at where her hand was and then up at her face. There was something in her dark eyes that made me feel like I needed to do this. Maybe it was because she outranked me. She was my boss after all.

But I couldn’t help getting the feeling that it was more than that though.

She glanced over my shoulder. The corner of her lips tugged, turning up into a smirk that sent a chill down my spine. That look reminded me of her when she was in the parking lot. She'd been embraced by Nate, had been in a moment with him while they didn't know I could see them. The thing she didn't know was that I'd slept with Nate.

And Melanie too. I couldn't get that picture out of my head. Mel's face next to Amelia's looked similar, like they were related somehow, but they didn't share any traits. Mel was blond with pretty blue eyes. She could get any guy she could, but I'd never pictured her with anyone besides young college boys that were mostly out to get laid. Amelia, however, was the image of a business woman. She was all business, too busy to fool around with anyone that wasn't as serious as she was.

Nate fit the bill pretty well. Though teachers or professors didn't get around with millions or a lot of money on school salary, I couldn't see Amelia with anyone who didn't have their own money. Whether she brought home the money or not, they must have been rich in their own right. By the clothes she wore, it was evident they had a lot to go around.

But I wasn't jealous. It was just an observation that anyone with a right mind would have made.

It only made me scared if she did find out that Nate had been with me. A scorned and cheated on wife with a lot of money could ruin me in a second. She didn't look like the type to fail on revenge.

Amelia gave me another shot of her smile and then walked past me to the back room. I turned to watch her go, only noticing that Simon was back there. He didn't look like he'd noticed anything strange. I was glad that he hadn't sent me one of those all knowing looks. This situation, where she'd asked me to stick around so that we could talk, it would have raised a lot of questions for Simon. He would have loved to tease me about it.

I could only stay for a few more seconds before I would have looked weird. I walked outside, taking in a deep breath. I hadn't noticed that I'd been holding my breath for so long.

The slight change in temperature was enough to clear my jostled mind. My thoughts flickered between Amelia's smile, what I'd done at the club, and then back to what I was doing now. Though I could ditch her now—I would have to see her again tomorrow and I didn't want to be on the wrong foot with my boss—I could just make an excuse just as she got here.

I slowly walked to my car, hoping that I would figure out a plan of action before she was done. But I had wasted my time fussing over what I was going to do instead of how I was going to fix the mess that I had ended up in.

Just as I turned around and leaned against my car, Amelia walked out of the store. She locked the front door, meaning that Simon and everyone else had left out the backside.

She met my eyes and I swore that the smirk on her face had become increasingly more provocative.

My palms were sweaty and my heart was racing as she walked closer to me. I was scared. She could do anything to me and I don't think I would be tough enough to stop her.

I fiddled with the strap of my bag, shifting from foot to foot. When she made it across the parking lot and was in front of my, I looked up at her. I tried my best to not look like a scared kitten.

"What did you want to talk about?" I said though I'd wanted to fold in on myself.

She c****d her hip. She leaned against the car next to mine. I looked at the car. It was a sleek black car that looked like it could have cost more than what my apartment was worth. When I glanced back up to her, it clicked in my head that this was her car. It fit her personality. But further in the back of my mind, I don't remember her driving this yesterday. It could have just been my bad memory—I had been preoccupied gaping at the fact that my boss was married to my professor.

Her tongue poked out of her mouth and swiped across her lip.

"We can stop pretending now."

I sputtered. "Excuse me?"

She folded her arms over her chest. Her breasts pushed up until I could see the crease of them poking up. My cheeks blushed as I noticed her hard n*****s poking through her shirt.

"I know," she said and pushed away from the car. She closer to me until she was so close that I had to press my back against my car. She towered over me by just an inch but it felt like she was a giant.

"You..." My heart sank. "...know?"

“I’m not dumb. I know when someone has slept with my husband.”

I swallowed. I’d hoped that I could have escaped from this very moment. Hearing the truth from her mouth made it so much harder to pretend that it hadn’t happened.

I raised my hands. “Listen, I didn’t know. I’m sorry—”

She shoved me against the side of my car. I let out a yelp as I was pressed against her and the car door. My heart raced as her hands grabbed onto my hips, trapping me where I stood.

I glanced down at where her hands were. They were burning into my hips.

“What are you doing?” My voice sounded raspy. I looked back up at her and froze.

Her eyes were dark with an emotion I couldn’t place. It made me shiver down to my toes. My thighs shifted as I felt my p***y pulse. I held my breath as my body reacted to the sudden show of dominance. Something was seriously f****d up with me.

She traced my face with her eyes, lowering them down to my breasts and then to the waist of my pants. I tried to retract into myself, trying to hide as much as myself as possible, but she stopped me from moving.

She leaned in towards me. Her lips brushed against my ear. I couldn't move. I feared that she would do something other than touch me. My thoughts were a whirlwind.

"I saw you looking at me," she said.

I was too shocked to say anything. My jaw dropped and my heart skipped. She pressed into me. Her hands were hot against me, holding onto me so tight that I thought they would leave behind marks.

"Do you want me?" She asked.

She didn't let me answer. Instead, she pushed her hand into my pants. I was too stunned to stop her. Her hand met the border of my under. Over them, she pressed the tip of her fingers against my clit. I gasped.

My hips jolted. Her eyes met mine.

She smirked. "I thought so."

Then, she kissed me.