HER WEAKNESS

6.

It took four outfit changes before I realised this might be a horrible mistake.

Had I just let my boss violate me in the work toilets?

No because I liked it.

Had I just been intimate with someone I have only just met?

Yes.

I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. I looked like a young girl in my simple little black dress. What could someone as stunning as Ingrid see in me?

She was curves and power and beauty and I wasn’t really anything.

I had just got to my phone to text her and tell her some lame excuse when I realised.

Why was she attracted to me?

I had to know.

This date would simply be for research and surely by then I’ll know how I feel about the situation.

I could do this.

I slipped on my heels and headed downstairs. Mum looked up from cooking the dinner. “Oh don’t you look lovely. Are you going on a date?” She asked enthusiastically.

Yes. But I couldn’t exactly say I was going on a date with a women.

“Just a meal with a new work friend.”

“Well have a lovely time.”

“Thanks mum. Tell dad I said goodbye.” She nods knowing fully well that I wouldn’t go in the garage to disturb him.

I didn’t wait outside for long when a car pulled in front of me. Ingrid got out in a black velvet suit and walked around opening the door for me. Her hand slithered dangerously low as I got inside, causing a shiver to race down my spine.

“You look lovely,” she says getting into the car.

“I’m not as beautiful as you.” I mumble in reply.

I don’t even think about what I said until a hand reaches out and tilts my head to face Ingrid.

“You are stunning don’t ever let me hear you say otherwise again. Is that understood?”

I nod but Ingrid narrows her eyes. “I understand, Ingrid. I won’t say it again.”

She smiles and leans forward placing a chaste kiss on my cheek.

“Good girl.”

She starts driving away and only then do I realise that we did that outside my house. I hope no one saw.

Ingrid doesn’t share the same fear which becomes apparent the minute we step outside the car. She guides me into the restaurant with her hand on my back. Everyone is looking, whispering amongst themselves.

I am the new shiny toy of a rich and powerful woman. I should hate it, feel uncomfortable at least but I don’t. Something inside of me kind of likes it.

We’re ushered over to a booth in the corner surrounded by black satin curtains and a red velvet booth and black table. The minute we sit down the waiter takes our order and in fast service brings it out. The food hits the table and the curtain is drawn offering us complete privacy.

Now it’s just me and Ingrid.

Alone.

I start nibbling at my dinner, the fork clattering against the plate.

“You’re nervous.”

I look up and realise Ingrid is looking at me. She has yet to touch her food, she shuffles closer and places her hang on my leg. I try not to squirm.

“Talk to me. Say anything if it well help you feel at ease.”

I rattle my brain. “Is this where you take all your first dates?”

She smiles. “And the ones that make it to second. I don’t think you can really tell if a relationship is going somewhere until the second date so if they get past that then can be entertained elsewhere.”

I gulp at the seductive tone her voice turned into right at the last minute.

“Are you-“

“Ah ah.” She interrupts. “My turn, why did you choose my company?”

“I want to own my own jewellery shop one day. I don’t want to be a big place but rather a quaint boutique that people travel from all around the world to come to. I thought who else could I learn better from then the women who took over the business and raised it from the rubble.”

Ingrids lips twitch a she looks at my eyes watching for a flicker or taste of a lie. She puts her hand to my cheek and leans in but I’m quick to stop her mouth with her hand.

One kiss and I would lose all the willpower I currently had.

“My turn.”

She sits back and playful smile on her face but I realise her hand has gone back to my thigh where it feels comfortable .

“Do you just like women?”

“Yes.”

Ingrid takes a breath and asks. “Have you been with a women before?”

“No.”

“Do you often date your employees?”

“No.”

“Are you intrigued by the thought of being with a women?”

“Yes.”

But only you I think to myself.

It’s my turn to take a deep breath this time as I ask.

“Why are you interested in me?”