HER WEAKNESS

11.

It’s crazy how quickly life changes when you’re in a relationship.

“You're working awfully hard lately my darling. With all these late nights, It’s not good for you.” My mother said as I packed a night bag.

“It’s all good experience, mum.”

“I’m really proud of you, Amy. I never imagined you would take this job on, so professionally. I’m surprised.”

I didn’t know whether to be offended that my mother might not have thought I could do it in the first place but I still smiled, zipping up my bag.

“Thanks mum. I should get going.”

“Ok. And oh I would like to meet your work friend as well. You’re always hanging around now. It would be nice to meet her.”

I stilled at those words and then smiled. “One day.”

Mum seemed to nod at the lie and I left, getting into Ingrid’s car at the end of the street.

There was no way I could ever let Ingrid and my parents meet. They would be able to sense the s****l tension between us, right away.

“Hello, Love.”

I leaned over and pecked Ingrid’s lips.

We’ve been hanging around a lot recently and before you think dirty thoughts, it hasn’t been all s*x and nothing else. Actually Ingrid has been amazing. She told me her entire story. From growing up in a mafia family to having a fondness for jewellery when her mother showed her how to make them when she was young. She never thought that she would be able to pursue her love though when her older brother got into an accident and ended up paralyzed. Knowing that he couldn’t take over the mafia, Ingrid’s father started grooming her to take over but somehow she found a way to have both. While her father was alive she didn’t need to take the full reins and she wasn’t going to create a name for herself if she didn’t have something to support her.

Her story inspired me and I became even more determined to learn as much as I could.

We went to the factories and watched as they designed and made the packaging. We went to the fifth floor where they designed and I liked how Ingrid didn’t just stand there and nod, she made criticisms and showed what she wanted.

“What do you think?” She whispered to me in the elevator.

“You're amazing. This is amazing. Is it like this all the time?”

“Sometimes. Other times it can be a little bit chaotic.”

“I Imagine you could control it whatever the weather brings?”

She didn’t reply or say anything as we got off on the lower floor. Only certain people got to come down here. It was where they stored everything.

We got buzzed through and I followed Ingrid through many many shelves until we got to a random table.

“Stand here.”

I did as she said and watched as she disappeared. About four minutes later she came back with a medium sized box in her hands. She placed it on the table in front of me.

“This was the first thing I ever designed and created.”

I looked at her for permission and she nodded. I carefully pulled the lid off to reveal a stunning jeweled necklace. It was too chains. The outer being bulky with a thumbnail sized diamond on and on the tiny chiny there was smaller diamonds of different colours. It was stunning.

“It’s beautiful, Ingrid.”

Ingrid leaned forward and pulled it out of the box. I assumed she was just going to place it on the table so I could take a closer look but instead she turned it around and put it on my neck. I thought after attaching it together she would step back but she didn’t. Instead she started pulling at my shirt.

“What are you doing?” I panicked. “There’s cameras.”

“Not in this part,” She replied. “Right here, is a blindspot.”

She pulled my shirt off. “Plus you couldn’t see the necklace’s true beauty unless it was on naked flesh.”

I looked down at the necklace hanging over my breasts that were covered in a red and black lacey bra. I rolled my eyes seeing that Ingrid was completely right. Against bare skin you could see how the necklace glistened.

Ingrid snuggled up closer, her breath tickling against my neck as she whispered. “Now we have a problem because that bra has made me very very wet.”

I gasped as my bra suddenly pinged undone. She pulled it off, my n*****s erected at the cold temperature of the basement. I felt her move in behind me, bother hands coming forward and groping lovingly at my breasts. I squirmed under her touch.

Her lips kissed along my neck as herfingers flicked my n*****s.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned.

“Your wish is my command.”

She turned me around suddenly and yanked my skirt up above my hips, ripping my panties off. She grabbed me and plopped me onto the table. Her head disappeared and she found her target, her tongue flicking away at my sensitivity. My head fell back as I tried to disguise my moans. I didn’t want to get caught but it was hard as she made me c*m in a matter of seconds.

We both laughed at each other as we kissed. I slid off the table and undid her trousers, my hand slipping into her panties while her hand went back to my wetness. We rubbed against each other our tongues leading the rhythm until we found our fingers entering. Moaning in each other’s mouth we both came at the same time.

I laughed again, biting my lip.

“I think I could get used to working with you Miss Pierce.”