My hands gripped the steering wheel as I stared out through my windshield and took a deep breath. “You can do this, Nyomi. She’s only one person.” I let out a deep breath and turned off the car, shoving the keys into my pocket and slamming the door behind me.
My girlfriend, Stacy, has been working at her job for a few years now. Everything was great until her old boss decided to retire and they brought in someone new: Mia. She’s been making Stacey’s work life a living hell ever since she jumped into the role about six months ago. Every night, Stacey comes home and tells me all about how Mia tried to ruin her life that day.
At first, I couldn’t believe it. When I had met Mia at the company holiday party, she seemed so sweet and genuine. Apparently, all that changed for some reason after that night.
Steadying myself, I start the ascent up Mia’s driveway. Her house is huge and beautiful. Stacey doesn’t know I’m here. I made sure to do this on Mia’s day off while Stacey was busy at work. Before I raise my hand to knock on her front door, I feel a quick pang of regret and pull my hand back. I don’t even know for sure if Mia is home, I’m walking into this completely blind. Ugh, maybe this was a bad idea. I should just–
As I turn around to leave, a bright red sports car pulls out of the garage. Mia backs onto her driveway but stops when our eyes meet. I’m caught now, so I might as well follow through.
She gets out of her car, looking me up and down with those steel-blue eyes. “Hello,” she says, keeping her tone even and aloof.
“Hi,” I nod politely, “I’m not sure if you remember me but I’m–”
“Stacey’s girlfriend, right?” Mia cuts me off, extending her hand. “I remember you from the holiday party.”
“Nyomi,” I tell her as we shake hands briefly and she narrows her eyes at me.
“Is there a reason you’re here, at my house?” She asks, withdrawing her hand. “Can I do something for you?”
My mouth goes dry as I try to speak. I hate confrontation so I’m a little nervous. “It’s about Stacey.”
Mia raises an eyebrow, the corner of her lips turning upward in a sly smirk. “Oh?”
“Yes,” I say, crossing my arms. “Every night she comes home to me and tells me all about the ways you target her in the workplace. Why? Stacey is a remarkable employee, I know that because her old boss loved her. What is it about her that you hate so much?”
Mia looks around before nodding toward her open garage. “Let’s take this discussion inside, please. I don’t need to give my neighbors anything new to gossip about.”
I follow her into the garage and through the door into her kitchen. It’s gorgeous, I can tell that Mia not only has loads of money but impeccable taste.
“Can I get you anything? Coffee, tea, sparkling water?” She asks, taking on the role of a proper hostess. “
You can get me answers,” I tell her, trying to remain firm. “What is it about Stacey that rubs you the wrong way? Is it because she’s younger than you? Is a woman as successful as you really so threatened by her own employee?”
Mia laughs a genuine and melodic laugh. “Threatened? God, no.” She says, wiping a tear from her eye. She approaches me, her tone serious as her eyes practically nail me to the wall. “When I was Stacey’s age I was second in command of my department, and I was promoted to department head only two years later. The youngest in the history of the company.”
“Then what is it?” I ask, trying to keep my eyes trained on Mia’s. I back up, feeling somewhat intimidated. Mia might be a terrible person, but she was hot as *hell*. She was built like an hourglass and her huge tits only served to make her figure even more pronounced. I’d guess they were at least a D-cup. Her long, blonde hair was down in loose curls today, different from the formal, reserved chignons and ponytails I’d usually see when I dropped Stacey off at work.
Mia closed in on me until I could feel the counter behind me pressing into my back. “Stacey does have *one* thing I didn’t have when I was her age, though.”
“And- and that is?” I ask, catching the smell of Mia’s fruity perfume. It’s a heady scent that almost makes my knees buckle, peach, and citrus. My mouth waters as I absentmindedly wonder how it would feel to sink my teeth into her. “
A hot little girlfriend,” she answers. Before I can process what she’s said, her lips are on mine. I want to fight her off, push her back, put up *some* kind of fight, but the kiss feels *so* good and Mia absolutely knows what she’s doing. Before I know it my hands are in her hair, holding it lightly in my closed fists as her tongue strokes into my mouth.
She breaks the kiss and flashes me a devilish grin, eyes glinting mischievously. “I fucking knew it,” she says, dipping back in to kiss me again. “I knew I could have you so easily.”
I want to be offended by what she’s saying, but she’s obviously right. Just a few kisses and I’m ready to strip. Mia quietly laughs and lifts me onto the counter. I’m only 5’2”, so it’s not much of a feat. She kisses me again, trailing kisses down to my neck where she bites me softly.
“Mia,” I moan her name, rocking my hips against her.
“Fuck,” She groans, kissing me hard. “You have no idea how many times I’d fantasize about hearing you say that.”
“What?” I ask, breathless.
To be continued …….
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