The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 31

I all but slammed the water on the table. It rocked on its four legs. I cringed at the slight outburst though there wasn't much I could do about it since the damage was already done. But I couldn't get the frown off my face. Even when I tried to cover it up with a bright smile that felt like I was carving a knife into my face, it wasn't enough to hide the fact that I was less than happy to see them here.

Nate swirled the noodles around his fork. He looked across the table at Amelia who'd taken a small bite of her steak. She wrapped her red lips around the fork and slid the meat into her mouth. 

Could you be any more of a slut?

"Thank you," he said. He looked up, but I didn't meet his eyes.

"Let me know if you need anything else." The words were a b***h to get out. Somehow I'd managed.

Amelia took a drink of her wine. I had to clench my hand so that I didn't reach out and smack the drink out of her hand. I turned on my heels and evaded most of the other waiters milling around. My hands were clenching and unclenching the entire time I walked towards the back where the employee bathroom was. I was itching all over from the stupid heat rushing up my spine and throughout my body. I was a minute away from ripping this stupid outfit off of me.

The bathroom door slammed behind me, but I couldn't hear the sound over the ringing in my ears. I took a harsh deep breath, running a hand through my hair. It was now falling around my face, pulled out from the tight bun that had been tucked behind me. I wanted to pull the rest out and shake it. I bit back the anger that was boiling up in my chest. It was hard to pull myself together after I'd been a minute away from breaking down.

And I couldn't understand why today was getting the best of me. I'd gone through times like this back at the clothing store. There were always going to be customers that would get on more nerves or co-workers that were just s**t. This wasn't even the worst that it could have been.

The moment it had gone all downhill was when I saw her and him sitting at that table. They were the epitome of being the ultimate couple. Married, apparently rich if they were dining out here, and were successful. 

Jealousy was never something I had to fight against. It was always dealing with Melanie and her party ways. 

I gave a harsh laugh and pulled my hair out from the bun. The brown strands fell against my neck, the hairband landing on the counter. I looked up from the sink. My eyes met my own in the mirror. It was a second before I really recognized that it was me. I looked so different than I usually do that I hadn't seen the person looking back as myself.

My hands gripped the edge of the sink. The pain was a dull stab in my fingers as I dug my nails into the counter. I couldn't stay in here for too long. The last I needed was to piss Jesse off more. He already had it in me for no reason. I wouldn't doubt that he would hold this over my head. 

Before I could make up my mind about whether I wanted to hide in the bathroom for the rest of the night or head back out into the storm, the door opened. I flew around.

The door closed and the lock clicked.

Amelia leaned against the door, her arms crossed over her chest and the low cut figure of her dress putting emphasis on her ample breasts. My eyes fell to her cleavage. I looked away with a heated blush.

"What are you doing?"

She slid away from the door. The soft clicks of her heels echoed in the small room. 

I should have locked the door. But she shouldn't be following me. 

My voice was shaking. "You shouldn't be here."

The truth was that I didn't know if I wanted her here or if I wanted her to forget about me and go back to pretending I was just her waitress. I did know that I hated that Nate and her had ignored me. The jealousy made me sick to my stomach. It was a sharp knife that dug deep inside me. My hands shook as I backed up against the counter of the sink.

The followed with a slow step. There was no smirk or glare on her face. She gave nothing away.

She placed her hands on the counter, each on either side of me. Her arms caged me in. I took a ragged breath as a rueful smile tugged lightly at the corner of her lips. She was so beautiful that it was hard to look at her. And though I wanted to push her away in anger, I also wanted to pull her close with just as much emotion. I wanted to slam my body with her own and feel her ample breasts against my own. Her body was a stranger to my own. Just as much as I wanted Nate, I wanted her the same. 

That need and wanted scared me just as much too when I was with Nate. I hadn’t realized how much it scared me until now. They were two of my biggest weaknesses. 

“I’ve been thinking,” she started. Her eyes flickered up at the ceiling, head tilting just a little. “About you and why he’s got his eyes so set on you.”

It took me a second to realize she was talking about Nate. It was hard to follow along when all I could think about was how her hips were touching mine. If I moved an inch, I could grind them together. My lips parted at the sinful thought. 

My hands tightened on the edge of the sink. I couldn’t stop the need to be closer to her. No more than I could when we were at the club. This was all wrong. I wanted to promise to myself that I wouldn’t give in to the carnal lusts that were pushing me to do the things I knew were wrong. 

She turned her eyes to me. I sucked in a sharp breath as her gaze pierced through me. The miserable feeling was exciting, wonderful, and just so awful at the same time that it sent my blood boiling. I wished that should would do something already, to get it over with, but I also wanted this moment to go all forever. It wouldn’t have to mean a thing though I knew that it would to me when it was over. They wanted my body, for a some of money that should have been tempting enough, without a care about how I would feel about it after they got tired of me.

There was something elicit about that. Them using my body, but also terrifying as well. I would become a shell for them, no more than a glorified s*x toy for them.

“What does he see?” She leaned forward. 

I licked my lips. My eyes darted down to her wet mouth. “You and me both.”

She grinned at that. 

Then crushed her lips against mine.