The Ice Queen Reigns - On The Job

The Ice Queen Reigns - On The Job 2025

Or will she melt?

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A/N - Please accept this story for theOn The Job Challenge 2025. This story features Mary Beth, the ice queen. A hard-nosed woman who strikes fear into everyone she comes in contact with- well, almost everyone. This is being posted to the Lesbian Sex category, with a mature, age-gap theme as well. If this type of story isn't your preference, I completely understand and appreciate you stopping by.

All characters and names are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real-life events or individuals is purely coincidental and unintentional.

Special thanks to Nicole for her invaluable editing and suggestions. Any remaining errors are entirely my own, these eyes aren't as sharp as they used to be!

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Mary Beth

As I followed my regular routine, I came into the office Wednesday morning and paused in the reception area for David to hand me a message. I walked to my office and reviewed my schedule of appointments for today. I saw that an interview was scheduled as my last appointment of the day. Suzie, I read the name. A frown crossed my face as my brow furrowed. Years ago, maybe twenty years ago, I dated a Suzie once. It was nearly the worst date ever; that woman seemed to be in a comatose state the entire date. I swear she slept during half of it.

There wasn't a second date.

I hoped that this Suzie wouldn't be as worthless as the last interviews I conducted. I needed a new personal assistant. I was out of time, as Nicolette left me two days ago. It was unimaginable the audacity of her and her husband to conceive while she was working for me. Ugh!

At least David was loyal to me; he would stay until I retire in ten or so years or he better. I named him the heir of my firm in my Last Will and Testament. It is the proper thing to do; he is my only nephew and the only child of my younger sister.

Yes, retire. I recently enjoyed a fine meal at Marcelo's, alone, just the way I like it, for my fifty-fifth birthday.

Now, enough of the pleasantries of life and on to the burdens of running my accounting firm.

Suzie

I rolled into the visitor parking spot, and after coming to a complete stop, I killed the engine of my bike. The steady rumble faded, and my Sportster Iron 883 vibrated slightly beneath me before settling into stillness. Her noise was replaced by the afternoon symphony of the city: a distant horn, the hiss of air brakes, and the chatter of people rushing past. Beside me, a delivery van was restocking the deli next door, its delicious smells mingling with the faint metallic tang of the urban air.

I dropped the kickstand, twisted the handlebars to lock them, and unzipped the short zipper of my leather jacket sleeve to check the time. My two-tone Seamaster Aqua Terra read 3:45- Plenty of time. I swung my leg over the bike and stood; the faint creak of my boots was muffled by the ambient city noise.

As I unzipped my jacket fully, I pulled the scrunchie from my hair and gave it a good shake. No way was I letting my helmet hair screw up this interview. From what I read, this woman, Mary Beth, was a stickler for perfection. So, I ditched the helmet today.

Risky? Sure, but I was taking my ex's advice to live a little more dangerously. She'd challenged me to push boundaries and experience new things. Vanessa, my ex, was good for urging others on, but she was a stick in the mud and really lacked any desire to do anything. We clashed after our last date when I rode up on my Harley to take her out for drinks.

That is why she is my ex.

I opened the saddlebags and grabbed my heels. I sat back on my bike and changed from my riding boots. I stowed them and locked my bike, putting the key into the back pocket of my slacks.

Walking toward the building, I moved through the flow of people clutching their afternoon coffee cups, some had their phones glued to their ears, others on their Bluetooth devices. The glass doors ahead reflected the late afternoon sun, smudged with the streaks of daily wear. Inside, the lobby was a quiet, climate-controlled contrast to the noisy street outside.

The elevator hummed as it carried me to the seventh floor. I followed the instructions sent by David. I was to come up and check in at the desk, and he would meet me at the reception area. I stepped from the elevator and walked to my right. The name stenciled on the floor-to-ceiling semi-frosted double glass doors confirmed I was in the right place.

Mary Beth Mills, CPA

The job listing was for a receptionist and personal assistant position at a boutique accounting firm. Well, here I go.

Taking a deep breath, I pulled open the right-side door and stepped inside.

The man at the reception desk greeted me. Even this late in the day, his shirt was crisp and perfectly pressed a sharp contrast to the casual chaos of the city outside. He smiled warmly as I checked in.

"May I assist you, Miss?" he asked, looking up at me over his expensive-looking designer glasses.

"Yes, I'm looking for David. My name is Suzie Fisher."

"Ah, Miss Fisher. You're here for the interview for Miss Mills's personal assistant and receptionist position."

I nodded.

"Please have a seat. I'll let Miss Mills know you've arrived."

Returning his smile, I shrugged off my jacket and hung it on the coat rack. The faint scent of leather lingered in the air as I sank into a chair, absentmindedly eyeing the scattered magazines on the coffee table. I picked one up, flipping through its glossy pages without much interest. My mind was elsewhere.

Why was I suddenly thinking about Vanessa again? Damn her.

In the background, the muffled hum of the elevator punctuated the quiet. The minutes stretched and blurred together.

The front desk phone rang, breaking the silence. David answered with calm efficiency, his conversation brief and professional. When he hung up, he looked up at me and smiled again.

"She'll see you now. Let me walk you back."

I stood and followed him down the hallway, the soft click-clack of my heels muffled by the carpet. Halfway down the hall, David turned and led me into a small conference room.

"She'll be right with you," he said. "I suggest you make a good impression and stand until she enters the room, and only sit after she offers you a seat."

Before I could respond, he turned and left.

Alone now, I shifted on my feet, suddenly nervous. My hands felt clammy as I gripped my folio. Why was I even feeling this way? I didn't need this job. I had a place to live and a steady income from my latest venture with my brother, Curtis.

At twenty-three, I was already financially stable. I was mostly independent and comfortably wealthy. My condo just outside the city was proof of that. Curtis and I had worked hard on our business while in college, and now we had a solid foundation for the projects we were developing.

This job was just something to keep me busy. Curtis had suggested it, believing I needed something to occupy my time and energy, even more after Vanessa.

Our first app, designed to streamline travel planning for families, had made us near-millionaires. The second app, geared toward senior citizens, hadn't been as lucrative, but we had intentionally discounted the price and subscription fees to make it more accessible.

Now, we are working on a third app, a companion to the first two that would connect amusement parks, theme parks, and water parks in one seamless platform for easy booking and planning. It was already in testing. Several major industry players had expressed interest and agreed to sponsor us as long as they received top billing. I immediately agreed. Curtis handled the design and development, while I managed the business side of things.

A door clicked shut nearby, pulling me from my thoughts. I turned to face the entrance, standing tall, waiting for Miss Mills to arrive.

Mary Beth

David had warned me about Miss Fisher. Thin, he had said, and wearing slacks instead of a skirt. At least she looked professional. But when I inquired about her general demeanor, he merely rolled his eyes and shrugged.

"Her hair?" I pressed.

"Longer than shoulder-length," he replied with a distinct lack of enthusiasm. "Not terrible."

That should have been the end of it. But then he mentioned the leather jacket.

I nearly dropped the phone. "A leather jacket, David?"

He hummed in affirmation. "Yes. Like a biker would wear."

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Oh, for heaven's sake, the nerve of her."

Without waiting for a response, I ended the call, muttering under my breath. At least this will be over quickly. I stood, straightened my blouse, and made my way to the small conference room.

Stepping inside, I found her standing. Well, at least she had some manners.

"Miss Fisher," I greeted coolly. "Please, have a seat, and we can begin."

I took my seat, watching as she settled into a chair opposite me at the oval six-person table.

"So," I began, leaning back ever so slightly. "Why a personal assistant? Who would want such a job?"

She smiled. The kind of smile that was practiced. Polished. Unnerving.

"Miss Mills, I am a successful businesswoman," she replied, placing her hands flat on the table. "My brother and I run a company together, but I only need to step in a few hours every few months, whenever I'm needed. He suggested I find something else to do with my time, something outside of managing our business finances." A pause.

Then, with just a touch of warmth, she added, "I enjoy being around people. Especially influential women."

That smile again. I was beginning to despise her smile.

"I like getting to know people," she continued. "I enjoy making their lives easier. Helping them become their best selves."

I had met her type before, excessively agreeable, disarmingly chipper. Women like her were the bane of the professional world.

"Miss Fisher ..."

"Suzie," she interjected smoothly. "First names are important. They show we genuinely care about people."

I almost scoffed, this little brat.

"Listen, Suzie," I said my patience thinning. "Let's not waste each other's time. This isn't going to work out."

And, once again, she smiled.

"Miss Mills, please understand, all I want is to help you," she said sweetly. "I need something to keep me occupied while my brother and I continue running our very successful business." Then, with a deliberate pause, she added, "And who knows? Once you're comfortable with me, we may even retain your services as our accountant. I could bring our multimillion-dollar business to you for your expertise."

I hesitated.

Before I could find a response, she moved swiftly, pulling her hands from the table and flipping open her folio. In seconds, she had spread out documents, a calendar, graphs, charts, and even an Excel spreadsheet.

"Let me show you my efficiency program," she said, her voice picking up speed. "I can maximize your time and streamline your workflow."

And then she launched into an explanation, something about an app she and her brother was developing, a revolutionary time management system, a seamless integration of schedules.

My head was spinning.

"Enough." I held up a hand, exhaling sharply. "Slow down. Let me process this."

I pulled the papers closer, expecting nonsense. But to my mild surprise, what I saw was ... well-structured. Logical, even.

I glanced up. "Suzie, I'll admit, some of this is interesting. But let's be honest. You've never worked for someone like me." I chose my words carefully. "You seem capable, I'll grant you that. But you have no idea what I actually need."

She tilted her head slightly, and this time, her smile held something sharper.

"That's where you're wrong, Miss Mills," she said to me leaning forward just enough to unsettle me. "You do need someone, Immediately. You're in a bind. In fact, I'd bet you're working against a deadline you didn't set, completely out of character for an influential and meticulous businesswoman like yourself."

My eyes narrowed. "And what, precisely, makes you so sure?"

She held up a finger. "First, when I applied, there was no phone screening. Instead, I was scheduled for an in-person interview within three days, which included a weekend. That's a rushed process."

A second finger. "Second, you're stressed. You barely glanced at my résumé, which means you came in blind."

A third. "Third, your accountant, David, he's listed as your protégé on your company website. And yet, he was the one to contact me instead of your assistant. That tells me something is off."

A fourth finger rose from her hand. "Fourth, the space David was sitting in when I arrived? Not his office, it is too feminine. That means it belonged to ... past tense Miss Mills, to someone else."

And then the final dagger. "Fifth, the job listing? It stated the start date was immediate. You're desperate, Miss Mills."

I loathed admitting it, but her analysis was uncannily accurate.

Not that I would ever let her know that.

I sat back, inhaling slowly. I didn't like her. Not one bit. She was too self-assured, too brazen, too ... much.

"Well," I said coolly, rising to my feet. "I'll be in touch with my decision, Miss Fisher. David will see you out. Thank you for your time."

And with that, I left.

Back in my office, I exhaled sharply, reached for the phone, and dialed.

"David, see her out. I left her in the conference room."

Without waiting for a response, I hung up.

Ten minutes later, a familiar knock sounded against my door frame. The door was slightly ajar.

"Yes, David?" I asked, not bothering to look up from my monitor.

"I hired her."

My fingers froze above the keyboard. "Excuse me?"

"She starts Monday," he said simply. "Fire me if you want, but you need her. And so do I."

My head snapped up. "What?" I bellowed. "How dare you?"

But the door was already closing.

David was gone.

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Monday morning - Mary Beth

Monday morning has always been my paradox. A nemesis I secretly cherish. While the world dreads its arrival, I revel in it, turning its bad reputation to my advantage. Mondays don't frighten or fight me; they welcome me.

Except for this Monday morning, I scowled as I maneuvered my BMW X1 into my reserved parking spot, my eyes locking onto the motorcycle parked three spaces down in the Employee Parking Only section.

By the end of the day, she would either quit or be fired.

Grabbing my purse and satchel, I strode toward the office entrance. The moment I stepped into the lobby, there she was. Without hesitation, I handed her my satchel.

"Don't scuff it against the wall or door, Girl." If I couldn't fire her, I'd at least make her miserable enough to leave. With a sigh, I added, "Follow me."

On the seventh floor, the elevator doors slid open. I turned to her. "71349."

Suzie entered the code with practiced ease, unlocking the office doors. She stepped aside, holding one open for me. Inside, she flicked on the master light switch, no doubt prepped in advance by David.

She trailed me to my office, placing my satchel on the desk without being told.

"Coffee. One sugar. Then come back so we can discuss your duties." I didn't bother looking at her.

"Yes, Miss Mills. And good morning."

That damn smile.

I clenched my jaw. Another unnecessary adversary, at least until I got rid of her. Already, she had wormed her way under my skin, proving herself an unwelcome challenge.

A soft knock, I glanced up.

"Three taps next time. I'll know it's you."

She stepped inside, carrying my coffee on a saucer, complete with a spoon, a croissant, and my preferred jam from the office refrigerator. A knife rested neatly beside the plate.

"I see David prepared you," I remarked.

"Yes, Miss." That smile again.

I ignored it. "Let's discuss my expectations for your trial period."

She sat down across from me. The nerve of her to sit uninvited! I nearly said something.

For the next ten minutes, I outlined my routine, including freshly refilled water throughout the day, absolute silence during phone and video calls, proper call screening, and lunch at precisely noon. All mail was to be delivered to me without delay.

She took notes diligently.

"I have coffee several times a day. If I need anything else, I'll call for you." I studied her, gauging how well she absorbed my instructions. "And tomorrow, Girl, wear a skirt it is to be knee-length. Proper business attire, heels, not flats."

"Yes, Miss Mills." She stood, smiling again.

That damn smile. If she stayed, I'd make sure it disappeared.

"And that smile isn't necessary."

She pressed her lips into a thin line. "Suzie. Mary Beth. My name is Suzie, and you are Mary Beth, Miss Mills, in case you forgot."

With that, she turned and walked out. Moments later, I heard her in the hallway, cheerfully greeting David.

"Happy Monday!"

Oh, the nerve of her.

The day dragged on. Lunch came and went. Three client meetings later, three knocks sounded.

"Mary Beth, David suggested I check on you and bring fresh water."

I squinted at her silhouette. The afternoon sun poured through the open blinds, straining my eyes. Without a word, she adjusted them.

"Mary Beth, if you'd like, I took elective courses in upper neck and back massage in college. If you ever need relief from strain, I'd be happy to help."

She set down the water before I could respond. I dismissed her with a wave.

Later, as I finished updating client portfolios, another three taps.

"We have fifteen minutes scheduled to review the week's agenda."

I nodded.

"This seems to be a recurring appointment," she noted, glancing at the time. "But the timing is a bit unusual."

"Well, it's when I have time," I snapped. "Sit. Let's go over my schedule."

She took her seat, carefully recording my instructions.

"Thursday will be a late night. You'll arrange my evening meal. There's a list of local restaurants. I expect dinner at six-thirty. Plan to work until at least eight."

She jotted everything down, unfazed.

As we wrapped up, I stood. "I'll see you in the morning. And remember, a skirt. Proper business attire."

Tuesday Morning - Mary Beth

I arrived to find that vehicle, if you could call it a vehicle, back in the employee parking lot. As I locked my car and approached the building, Suzie greeted me, holding the door open.

"Good morning, Mary Beth. Isn't it a wonderful morning?" she chirped.

I handed her my satchel and stepped into the waiting elevator. She wore a skirt, heels and even pantyhose. I had to admit, I was impressed.

The morning passed without incident. She got my lunch order correct. When I returned from the kitchenette, my water bottle sat on my desk, freshly refilled, as I preferred. The blinds had been adjusted just enough to shield me from the glaring sun.

She had done that for me. At least she was good for something.

As the day wound down, three familiar taps sounded at my door.

I looked up from my screen. "Yes? What is it?"

"Mary Beth..." she began.

I cut her off. "Miss Mills."

She swallowed. "Miss Mills." A pause. "You have twenty minutes of open time tomorrow morning."

I sighed. "And?"

"I'd like to present an efficiency model for your schedule, a recommendation for you and David."

She stood there, patient, as if awaiting my approval.

"Fine. We'll meet. But not a moment more. I have a client coming in for a quarterly review."

Her face lit up. "Thank you, Mary Beth. I'm certain you'll see."

I tuned her out and returned to my work. When I heard my office door close, I exhaled in relief.

My upper and middle back still aches, that damn smile still lingered in my mind, absolutely irritating me.

Mary Beth

I pulled into the parking lot and immediately noticed the motorcycle. Just seeing it exhausted me. With a sigh, I made my way toward the building. As I turned the corner, there she was, standing at the entrance. She greeted me with a bright smile and a pleasant "Good morning" as she opened the door. Without a word, I handed her my satchel, once again reminding her not to scuff it.

The elevator doors slid open, and I stepped in first. Out of the corner of my eye, I noted that she was dressed appropriately, which piqued my curiosity. Did she actually ride that thing while wearing a skirt? I shook my head, dismissing the thought as a waste of energy.

"Miss?" she asked, her tone gentle. I simply shook my head in response.

When the elevator doors opened, I strode toward the office door. She quickly moved ahead, opening it for me. And there it was again that damn smile.

"Must you always smile?" I muttered. It wasn't a question, and I hoped she understood that.

Once inside, I headed straight to my office. Settling in, I noticed my computer was already powered on, waiting at the login screen. A steaming cup of coffee sat nearby, along with my reusable cup, filled with water.

"Color me impressed, Suzie," I said, not bothering to look up. I knew she was smiling. Again. Ugh. "That's enough for now." I dismissed her with a wave.

The day moved forward without much irritation except for that ever-present smile.

By the afternoon, my next client arrived. Suzie escorted her to my office and, before leaving, stepped over to draw the vertical blinds. A moment later, she returned with tea for my client, as requested, and fresh water for me.

Forty minutes later, I finally stood to escort my client out. The strain in my back was unbearable. I hadn't moved much all day, not even for lunch. Suzie had brought it to my desk earlier.

I stopped by her desk. "Call my massage therapist and get me an appointment for tonight." Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked back to my office.

David was waiting at my door. "Yes?"

"Aunt Mary Beth, you should let me take your late afternoon appointment and go to the spa instead. It would do you a world of good."

I considered his suggestion. "Possibly, let's see if the girl can get me an appointment; she's calling now."

David scoffed. "That wonderful woman has a name. It's Suzie." With that, he turned and walked away. I simply rolled my eyes.

Three knocks on my door, her knock.

"Yes, Suzie? What is it?"

"Mary Beth, you're scheduled for five fifteen with your masseuse."

She lingered for a moment, unmoving.

"What is it?" I asked. She just shook her head, turned, and walked away.

At four-thirty, I walked to David's office and told him I was leaving for the day and that he needed to handle my last client. I walked past the reception desk and didn't see her there.

"What am I paying her for if she isn't at her desk?" I mumbled to myself as I walked out the door.

Two weeks later

Wednesday Morning - Suzie

I arrived ahead of schedule, as had become my routine. Stopping at the coffee shop next to the office, I slipped into a skirt and heels, just as I had done for the past two weeks. The young barista had come to recognize my ritual, offering no judgment as she took the ten-dollar bill I handed her in exchange for a small coffee and access to the ladies' room.

After tucking my jeans and boots into the saddlebags of my Sportster, I made my way to the office building. Once inside, I hurried upstairs, preparing Mary Beth's coffee, refilling her water bottle, and powering on her computer. With everything in place, I quickly took the elevator back down.

Standing near the entrance, I watched and waited. The moment Mary Beth turned the corner, I pulled the door open well in advance of her arrival. Holding it with one hand, I extended the other to take her satchel, then followed a step behind as she stepped into the waiting elevator.

When we arrived at the office, she immediately noticed that everything had been set up: her coffee, her water, her computer. As I placed her satchel on the credenza and turned to leave, she called my name.

"Suzie?"

I turned to face her.

"A few weeks ago, after you set my appointment, there was a moment when it seemed like you wanted to say something to me. What was it?"

Mary Beth paused, then asked again. "What was it you wanted to say?"

I hesitated, considering just how much I was willing to share. Did I really want to open Pandora's box? I took a steadying breath, choosing to throw caution to the wind. Stepping closer to her desk, I met her gaze.

"Mary Beth, I have to admit that, in the first few days of my employment, I found myself frustrated. But I'm learning your habits and needs. I knew you were demanding, but I didn't expect you to be so dismissive. I once offered to help ease your discomfort with a neck and back massage, yet you completely ignored me and sat there suffering in silence."

Her eyes widened slightly. She set her pen down carefully, folded her hands, and tilted her head.

"Go on." A smirk tugged at her lips. "This should be good."

I exhaled sharply and pressed forward.

"Why must you be so inhuman at times while demanding so much from others? Why wouldn't you even let me, your personal assistant, offer a small gesture to alleviate your pain?" She paused

"Pain, that I see still lingers. What have I done to be undeserving of your trust? Are you so upset with me that you refuse to let me actually help you?"

I knew I had pushed my limits. And just as I finished my rant, David walked into the office and down the hall. The moment I heard his door open, I turned sharply on my heel and strode past Mary Beth, leaving her office. I paused briefly as I reached David's office.

"Good morning, David. It's nice to see you, though it might not be for much longer."

He smiled knowingly. "Let me fix this now."

"No, David, please don't. I like working with you and Miss Ice."

His grin widened. "It took you two and a half weeks. Your predecessor called her 'Ice' within three days."

I smiled back, and then made my way to the reception desk. Settling in, I turned my attention to the day's tasks, pushing the encounter with Mary Beth to the back of my mind, at least for now.

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It was just before lunch when my phone rang. It was Mary Beth. Instantly, I perked up, eager to assist her.

"Yes, Mary Beth! How can I help you?"

I immediately noticed the slight crack in her voice, and my heart clenched with concern.

"Can you please come here? I need your assistance," she requested.

"Of course!" I responded without hesitation, hanging up and making my way down the hall with purpose. When I arrived at her office, I knocked my signature three times on her open door.

"Please come in and shut the door if you don't mind," she said, her tone hinting at discomfort.

A flicker of worry shot through me. I quickly closed the door and turned to face her.

"Would you at least try to work the kink out of my neck and right shoulder, please?" she asked with a half-smile. "It's a specific spot; I doubt you'll find it."

I grinned, determined. "I'll do my best, Mary Beth! But first, let me wash and warm my hands. They're terribly cold."

A few moments later, I returned, closing the door behind me. As I did, I drew the vertical blinds, dimming the sunlight to create a more comfortable atmosphere. She watched me, and I simply smiled before stepping behind her chair.

Mary Beth had already removed her suit jacket, allowing me better access to her neck. "Ready?"

She nodded, and I placed my hands at the base of her neck, gently beginning with soft, circular motions. I moved with precision, searching for the tense muscle she had described.

"Ugghhh," she exhaled, lowering her head further, her chin nearly touching her chest.

Her reaction confirmed I was getting close. Then, as my right thumb pressed into a particularly tight knot in her shoulder, she moaned softly.

"Ohh, gawd, girl, right there," she murmured.

"Of course, Mary Beth. I can feel it. I'm so sorry you're in pain," I said with genuine concern.

Focusing intently, I pressed my thumb in small circles, gradually increasing the pressure. As the first knot began to release my hands instinctively followed the muscle down her back until I discovered another stubborn knot just above the center of her shoulder blade.

She inhaled sharply the moment I applied pressure.

"Oh gawd, Suzie!" she gasped, her head pressing back into the chair. I knew I had found the exact spot.

Another soft moan of relief escaped her lips. "How could you?"

I beamed with pride. "Mary Beth, I'm thrilled I can help you find some relief. Give me just a few more minutes."

For the next ten minutes, I continued working out the tension with careful precision until my hand began to cramp. I leaned in slightly and whispered, "I apologize, Miss, but my hand is cramping."

She sighed but smiled. "I understand, Suzie. I can't thank you enough for what you've done. I will call upon you again if I need assistance."

"Of course, Mary Beth," I responded warmly. I gently lifted my hands, straightened her blouse, and exited her office, closing the door behind me.

A rush of pride filled me, and I allowed myself a private moment outside her office to revel in it.

Across the room, David looked up from his computer, meeting my gaze with an approving smile and a nod. I returned the nod, my heart swelling with satisfaction, and walked back to my desk, still beaming.

Hours later, as I was wrapping up for the day, Mary Beth approached me and handed me a small note.

"That's the oil my masseuse uses. You should pick some up and have it on hand in case I need your assistance again," she said with a knowing smile.

I couldn't help but grin wider than I had in a long time. That small gesture was all I needed, an unspoken acknowledgment that my help truly mattered.

~~

Thursday evening, after I finished assisting in cleaning up from our dinner and after her last client of the evening left, knowing that we had two more hours remaining in the office, I knocked on her door. Mary Beth raised her head to look up at me. I held the bottle of massage oil in my hand and showed it to her.

She shrugged her right shoulder and nodded. I closed her door and flipped off one of the light switches, in essence, dimming the lights. She stood and removed her suit jacket. She handed it to me. I took it and hung it properly and returned to stand behind her.

I leaned forward and in a lower than normal voice I spoke. "Mary Beth, are you comfortable removing your blouse? Perhaps you have a different shirt you can wear so I won't ruin your blouse with the oils."

"I do not, but it is just us girls here. However, don't ever speak of this." She was harsh in her words but I understood why, It was the messaging and the privacy she wanted to ensure I kept.

A few moments later, Mary Beth slid forward in her chair, and once unbuttoned, she pulled her blouse off and handed it to me. I hung her blouse and then stood behind her. With my hands oiled, I started to caress her neck and right side.

I peered at her skin and her mostly naked back, which was nearly flawless and blemish-free. It was instantaneous; the jolt of sexual electricity spread from my fingers throughout my entire body.

As before, I caressed her low neck and found the knot and worked it, pressing my thumb even harder than before. I felt it slowly loosen again, and I moved my right hand down her neck and across to the spot above her shoulder blade.

Just as she did the first time, Mary Beth was slightly vocal when I found that perfect spot that was ailing her. But this time, when she exhaled and spoke, my mind and body reacted as well.

"Hmm, Mary Beth," I whispered while continuing to rub her back with my right hand. "I am so thrilled to be able to help you. You should allow me to massage your entire back. It would certainly help you when you are overstressed."

This time, she turned her head slightly. I could see her eyes were closed, but then she whispered. "No one can ever find out about this, Suzie."

"Never Miss Mills, never Mary Beth. I promise I will protect you and your honor at all times."

Mary Bath turned her head looking forward and lowered it. "Good girl, Suzie."

The massage oil soaked into her body, and as my hands dried, I went to remove them from her skin. I leaned forward to whisper in her ear that I was finished, but the aroma from the oils mixed with her perfume excited me even more.

I shivered slightly. "All finished, Miss Mills," I whispered very softly and pulled my fingers from her bare skin.

I rose, standing straight, then walked around the desk to reach for her blouse. As I turned around to hand her the blouse, my eyes caught sight of her bra-clad breasts.

I froze momentarily. Her nipples were hard, and I could see them pressing against the lace fabric of her bra. And for a third time, there was a jolt of electricity which shot throughout my entire body but it resonated in my clit and pussy.

Goodness, she was a woman of beauty. I went to hand Mary Beth her blouse, but she sat there with her eyes still closed.

"Mary Beth?" I whispered.

She blinked and smiled. "Hmm, you caught me off guard, Suzie. Let's try not to do that again." I watched as her cheeks reddened.

I immediately blushed. "Of course not, Mary Beth." I handed her her blouse and slowly stepped to exit the office, waiting to open the door or even flip the light switch until she was dressed.

I stood there feeling my panties moistening as I gazed upon her beauty. It then hit me hard and with a full head of steam just how beautiful she really is. I blushed again as I felt my nipples harden; thankfully, they were protected by a thick and well-padded bra.

~~

Suzie

We navigated a stressful seven days. On Friday, Mary Beth and David each had several clients coming in and out of the office. I was saddened and taken aback after Suzie's mid-morning appointment. She chastised me harshly for supposedly dawdling and not working fast enough when bringing her a file she needed.

Her tone was sharp. "I needed this sooner, Girl."

Oh that word how she uses it. But this was a very busy day and I let it roll off my shoulders and forgave her.

On Monday, David didn't come in. When I asked, Mary Beth simply said he had a personal appointment. I didn't see it on our shared schedule, which unsettled me slightly. David loved our new scheduling app.

Mary Beth allowed the app to be used, but she remained adamant about controlling her own schedule. I pushed back a little, but not too much. By now, I was beginning to understand the subtle glances and expressions she made when she wasn't interested in my suggestions.

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday all blurred together in a whirlwind of activity. Twice during those three days, David mentioned how thrilled he was that we had implemented the new app alongside our calendars.

I couldn't help but smile when, in front of Mary Beth, David actually complimented me and spoke loudly saying "Thanks to Suzie's app, I actually had a bit of breathing room between clients."

On Thursday evening, as we closed the office, I noticed Mary Beth struggling to make her way out of the building. Once outside, I handed her satchel to her.

I hesitated, then asked, "Shall I call your masseuse and schedule something?"

She waved me off and mumbled something before getting into her car and driving away. I felt a twinge of disappointment. I knew her pain was back, but she was being her usual stubborn and self-resisting Ice Queen; the idea that someone else could be right was never considered.

I walked back into the building and upstairs, where I had been keeping my jeans and boots. I changed, then headed home.

For some reason, this ride felt especially refreshing. As I rode into the evening sun, I mumbled to myself, There's no better feeling than climbing onto my Harley-Davidson and letting the stress melt away.

The sun had just risen on Friday morning when my phone buzzed with a text. It was from Mary Beth.

'Come in earlier this morning.'

I smiled and replied.

'Of course. What time do you need me?' I smiled a second time, feeling she was starting to trust me.

'As soon as you can. I'm heading in now to meet you.'

I watched as the typing bubbles continued before another message appeared.

'And you may want to bring a shirt. My back is really sore. I didn't sleep well.'

My smile widened.

'Of course, Mary Beth. I'll be ready to assist you and then dress appropriately once your back feels better.'

I hurried through my shower, skipping a full breakfast and grabbing a protein bar instead. Jumping on my bike, I sped to the office.

After parking my Sportster, I went inside, filled her water bottle, and set it on her desk. I powered on her computer and ran back down to the lobby to meet her.

I was on time and pushed open the building's entrance door. I spotted Mary Beth and greeted her with a smile. She handed me her satchel along with a hanging garment bag, which I assumed contained her work clothes.

We rode the elevator to the seventh floor and stepped into her office. I hung up her clothes and put her satchel away.

Then, she finally spoke. "Please close my office door and dim the lights." Mary Beth spoke with a silence to her.

As the lights were lowered, Mary Beth stood there, "In my garment bag is a bath sheet to cover the couch with, Girl." She paused. "I need you to massage my whole back because of strain and stress."

Now, over these past weeks, when she uses the term "Girl," I am aware that this is something she is demanding to have done; whatever the request, I never push back or second guess. It is in these times that I always reply calling her 'Miss Mills.'

"Yes, Miss Mills." I found the bath sheet and opened it, covering the couch. When I was finished, I watched as Mary Beth unbuttoned the calf-length raincoat she was wearing. She removed it and handed it to me.

I was floored and in pure awe. The black leggings which she wore accentuated her figure, her shapely ass and well-toned legs. The baggy shirt she wore was nothing fancy. I paused and inhaled as that familiar feeling crept through my body, spurring on the firmness that taunted my nipples and moistened my panties.

Mary Beth walked over and laid down on her couch, but before she was fully flat on her stomach, she lifted the shirts, exposing her naked back to me.

"You will not speak of this, Suzie." She was firm in her tone as she lifted the shirt fully from her body.

I drizzled a bit of oil on her upper back. "I would never, Mary Beth. You have my utmost trust."

I knelt next to her and slowly started caressing her upper shoulder. She responded as she had the previous times, but then she spoke softly, telling me to move lower.

"My lower back, please."

I proceeded to caress her back and her lower back, working out the kinks I felt in her back. My fingers had just pushed against the top of her leggings. I could feel the tension but not the knot as I had before.

I applied a bit more oil and continued moving across her lower back. I listened to her moan and noticed a slight change in her breathing as well. My fingers slid under the waistband of her leggings. It was then she turned her head so she was looking my way.

"Never a word, Girl. Now massage lower."

"Of course, Miss Mills," I whispered.

I continued massaging her tense muscles and moved lower, nearly the entire length of my fingers under the waistband. This meant I was also caressing the top of her firm bum.

When she spoke again, I heard her tell me to move lower. I was missing a spot. With my thumbs now fully under her leggings, I slid lower and found what were two large knots, one on each side of her spine.

"Mary Beth, I don't want to ruin your leggings, but these are large knots."

In a hushed and mumbled voice, she spoke, her words shaking me to my core. "Just keep going, Suzie".

I proceeded to slide my hands under the leggings and extended my thumbs, caressing the knots. My fingers were touching her surprisingly firm ass. I was getting excited just by touching her ass. God my panties started to wet as my clit tingled.

Even more thrilling, I listened to her moans and the mumbled words she was speaking when I felt intense warmth rising from her womanhood.

"Gawd Suzie, do not stop. Go lower, come on, go lower and do what you must, Girl." She huffed in a firm voice. "Yes, Girl!"

I shook my head, confused. I then realized what she must have meant, but I was too slow. She spoke again.

"Come now and hurry, I am nearly there, do not be such a naive Girl."

I spread my fingers wider and moved slowly and moved lower from her ass to her upper thighs which she automatically spread wider allowing for my fingers to feel her wetness and the moisture which had built up from her pussy.

"Gawd girl, hurry one finger now!" She moaned as I slid my right index finger between her legs, spread her swollen lips, and caressed her entrance.

"Gawwddd girl fuck your Mary Beth, finger fuck your boss. Make me cum you little slut."

That simply was all it took. Almost immediately her breathing changed and I slid my index finger deeper into her very tight pussy.

My breathing changed, my panties started to soak as my pussy dripped as well. Mary Beth moaned, and then suddenly her legs started to quiver. She opened her legs wide as she shook even more.

"You slut!" She squealed into the bath sheet-covered couch. "You are a fucking slut for me aren't you!" She squealed again as her walls clamped down on my finger.

She continued speaking, but her face was now buried in the couch cushions. I wasn't able to make out what she was saying. When her legs stopped shaking and her walls relaxed around my finger, I slowly withdrew my hands from her leggings. I don't know why, but I bent down and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you, Mary Beth. I am honored; I truly am." I kissed her cheek once more, but this time my lips lingered on her skin. I swear I heard her purring.

She finally spoke in a very firm voice. "Not a word ever do you hear me, Girl?"

"Never Miss Mills."

"Good, now leave me to dress, and you dress as well." Her words bit hard, nearly breaking my heart.

I stood and made my way from her office and out of the building to retrieve my skirt and heels. I changed in the coffee shop as I had previously done. I then made my way to the office, made Mary Beth's coffee, and started my day.

The last client of the morning had finally departed, leaving a quiet hum in the air. Mary Beth had ensured I scheduled their four-month follow-up, always thinking ahead, always in control. With tax season behind us, a sense of relief should have settled in, but something else lingered. A text lit up my phone.

'Will you come see me, Suzie?'

I stared at the message, my heart beating just a little faster. Why a text? Why now? Why my personal phone? A thrill curled through me, anticipation crackling in my veins.

'Of course. I'll be right there.'

I glanced into David's office as I passed. He met my eyes, his expression unreadable until, to my surprise, he gave me a knowing wink and a thumbs-up. My pulse quickened as I knocked lightly on her door, stepped inside, and closed it behind me.

"Will you dim the lights, please, Suzie?"

Her voice was low, a whisper of something unspoken. I flipped the switch off, letting only the soft glow of the afternoon sun filter through the blinds. Silently, I moved to close the blinds, sealing us into this private world of ours.

"How may I assist you, Mary Beth?" I asked, my voice smooth, teasing.

She only shrugged a small, restless motion that spoke of tension, of something deeper simmering beneath the surface. I inhaled, steadying myself, my body already humming in response.

"Ah, you're feeling the strain." My lips curved. "Allow me to wash and warm my hands, please."

I returned from her private bathroom, my hands washed and warmed. As I stepped behind her, my breath caught for a moment as her perfume filled my senses. I let it out in a slow, deliberate exhale. My nose grazed the bare skin just below her ear as I whispered, "Ready, Mary Beth?"

She nodded. That was all the permission I needed.

I suddenly couldn't resist her. I pressed a feather-light kiss just below her earlobe, savoring the way her body tensed and then melted beneath my touch. My right thumb found the tight knots at the base of her neck, kneading, coaxing, and teasing. She let out the softest sigh.

Heat pooled low in my belly, a slow burn igniting just from being near her. My right hand worked her tension, but my left ... my left had other intentions.

I let my fingers drift, tracing the delicate silk of her blouse, exploring the dip at the curve of her neck. Her body responded, a shiver running through her as I worked my way lower.

My breath was warm against her skin when I whispered, "Mary Beth, your beauty is something I can only dream of possessing."

My lips found her cheek, lingering, my fingers trailing ever so softly over the upper swell of her breast. Her body betrayed her, pressing just slightly into my touch. A hum escaped her lips when my fingers skimmed the lace beneath the silk.

"You are being a naughty woman, girl," she murmured, but there was no true reprimand in her voice. Only want.

I smiled against her skin. "Yes, Miss Mills," I whispered, kissing her again. "Your beauty teases me... begs for attention, for sex Miss Miles, dare I say your body begs to be loved Miss."

Her breath hitched. Then, to my surprise, she reached for my hand, guiding it downward, pressing it firmly against the soft weight of her breast.

"You are a naughty girl, Suzie." Her voice was a command, but her body betrayed her restraint.

"I can't resist you," I confessed, my lips brushing her skin. "I need this. I want this for you."

When our lips met, it was no longer a question. It was an answer, soft at first, tentative, but filled with promise. A first taste, a first claim. And at that moment, nothing else existed but us.

Mary Beth inhaled as if she was just as surprised. But as her lips parted slightly, I palmed her breast and felt her nipple harden under my touch. When I had done this, she hummed and purred again.

I moved my right hand down as well and cupped her right breast as our kiss continued. However, she startled me when she pulled my hands away.

"Enough, Girl!"

I pulled back from her and stood straight. "Forgive me, Miss Mills, I got carried away, please do not ..."

Mary Beth slowly turned in her chair and looked at me. She stood and moved her index finger to my lips, pressing them silent.

"Not when David is here, Suzie." She leaned forward and removed her finger and pressed her lips to mine, kissing me softly.

When she pulled back her fingers and trailed my skin, I shivered in delight. "I will need another neck massage later. Look at my schedule and block an hour later, Girl."

"Of course, Miss Mills." I smiled widely as she winked.

I was saddened when I looked up from my computer screen to see Mary Beth dressed and leaving for the evening. I looked down at the clock. It was just after four-thirty.

"Suzie, my sister called and reminded me of our dinner this evening." She leaned forward and whispered. "I am sorry."

I struggled not to be sad, but I replied affirming that I would close the office and be ready for a full day tomorrow. I watched as Mary Beth walked out, my eyes drawn to her legs.

I heard David clear his throat as he stood nearby. "My mother wanted to see her, it was of importance."

I shook my head, trying to act as if her departing was nothing, but David saw right through me.

"I will not say anything, but don't pretend I do not know why there is a smile on the Ice Queen's face, Suzie. I am not that naive either." I smiled and blushed so hard my cheeks nearly ached as David walked away and down the hallway.

~~

The weekend stretched on endlessly, each moment filled with thoughts of Mary Beth even as I worked side by side with Curtis. He was thrilled with how our new app was nearly complete. He even mentioned the soft launch as the summer time vacation season was starting soon.

A major theme park that supported the app was excited to meet with Curtis on Tuesday, as they would then be ready for the final testing of the app.

But even as I shopped, she lingered in my mind. I selected new skirts and heels with care, imagining the way she might look at me, the way her gaze might linger. I chose taller heels—ones that would bring us eye to eye, ones that would align our lips perfectly.

Monday morning arrived, and I slipped out of my riding jeans, replacing them with my new gray-striped skirt. I smoothed my stockings up my legs and stepped into my elegant new heels, the extra height thrilling me. A quick check in the mirror, my makeup flawless, nerves steady, as I hurried down the elevator, eager to see her.

She greeted me as usual, her tone cool and distant. But when we were alone in the elevator, she turned slightly, just enough for me to catch the hint of a smile.

"I like your heels," she murmured. "They are... near perfect, Suzie."

Warmth bloomed in my chest at her words, but there was no time to linger in the moment. It would be a busy day, one I had prepared for well in advance. I placed her satchel on her credenza and turned to leave, ready to fetch her coffee, when I froze.

She was standing right in front of me.

I gasped, my heart fluttering wildly. "P... Pa... Pardon me, Mary Beth."

She cupped my cheeks with hands, her touch firm yet tender. Her eyes held mine, a knowing smile playing at her lips before she leaned in, pressing the softest kiss to my lips.

I melted.

This mature, commanding woman with fifty years of experience, grace, and power was sweeping me, a mere twenty-four-year-old, off my feet. A shiver ran through me as she pulled back, but she wasn't finished.

She turned my head gently, her lips brushing a slow, deliberate trail from my mouth to my ear. Three soft kisses, each one more intoxicating than the last.

Her breath was warm as she whispered, "If you're a good girl later, I have a tasteful gift for you. Now, go block the last hour of my schedule today."

Her hands fell away, and just as quickly, her demeanor shifted. The commanding woman returned.

"My coffee, Girl. I don't see it on my desk."

"Yes, of course, Miss Mills. My apologies."

I turned swiftly, careful not to stumble in my heels, and hurried to get her coffee, filling her water bottle as well. Returning to her office, I lightly used my knock before stepping inside, placing the two items before her.

"I'll be up front, Mary Beth, should you need me," I spoke softly to not upset her.

Her voice cut through the space, sharp and direct. "Girl, when David arrives, gather him and bring him to me."

There was something different about the way she said girl this time. Something sharper.

"Yes, of course, Miss Mills."

I didn't wait another second. I left as quickly as I could, my pulse still racing, my mind spinning with anticipation.

Mary Beth

I had spoken with my sister, David's mother, over the weekend. I kept my voice steady, my words measured, unwilling to reveal the storm that brewed inside me. I was wavering. This young woman, this intoxicating force, was stirring something in me that no one had in years. A thrill. A dangerous kind of happiness. The kind that threatened to unearth the walls I had so carefully built.

David's mother and I discussed the potential risks and whether my firm could survive if whispers became a full-blown scandal. Our town was conservative, tightly wound with judgment. When people talked, the echoes carried far. The last time, my business suffered when I was outed and seen as a lesbian. But now... now, I wasn't sure I could resist not stepping into the fire again.

My sister held me close before she left, promising that she and her husband would push for more business my way if it came to that. They would ensure their corporate real estate clients saw me as the reliable professional I was, no matter what rumors spread. And, of course, there was David, my heir apparent, who would one day take over and safeguard everything I had built.

I drained the last of my coffee and picked up my phone. My voice came sharp, commanding. "Could you come here, Suzie?" I didn't wait for a reply. I simply hung up.

A knock. Then silence. She waited.

I didn't look up. "I could use another cup of coffee... please, Suzie."

There. I had said please. But I wanted more than just coffee. I wanted her closer, I needed her closer.

She hesitated on the other side of my desk, fingers brushing my empty cup, and I seized the moment.

"No. Come around to this side."

I lifted my eyes and met hers, confusion laced with something else. Curiosity? Anticipation?

"From now on, I want you to pick up my coffee cup from this side of the desk."

Five small steps. That's all it took for her to cross an invisible line neither of us had acknowledged until now. As she neared, I let my left hand fall casually to my side, waiting. The moment she reached for my cup, I touched her, lightly at first, just the small of her back. Then lower. Slow. Deliberate.

My palm curved over the firm roundness of her ass, and I felt her body respond, it was just the faintest shift toward me, just enough to tell me she wanted this, too.

"I love your new heels," I murmured, my voice a near whisper. "Did you buy them for a specific reason, Suzie?"

A slow smile teased her lips as she turned her head, meeting my gaze.

"Yes, I did, Mary Beth." She paused, tilting her body just enough to press against my hand. Oh, she's playing, isn't she?

"For two specific reasons. Maybe three."

My grip tightened slightly. "And what would those reasons be... if I dare ask?"

Her eyes darkened, and I felt it the moment she stopped holding back.

"So I can look directly into the eyes of a woman I am enamored with." Her voice was steady, sultry. "And so I can kiss her without her needing to reach up." She winked. "I'm a few inches shorter, after all."

Something sharp and electric sliced through me. Desire? Fear? The walls I had built were cracking.

"Suzie, I ..."

But my words never made it past my lips; she was already there, kissing me. Boldly. Claiming me. Her tongue traced my lower lip before deepening the kiss, and my control, so carefully maintained, slipped like silk through my fingers.

When she pulled away, her breath warm against mine, she whispered, "And the third reason..."

A smirk. A knowing gaze.

"To melt the Ice Queen's persona, getting her attention ... one kiss at a time." She winked and stood walking away to get my coffee.

~~

There was a knock on my door, it was David's knock. The door opened, and I saw him and Suzie standing there.

"Please have a seat." I took a sip of water and then began.

"I am excited to announce that we will move forward with the app presented by Suzie." I paused.

"This app has shown it will assist in our daily tasks, improving efficiency and overall workflow. This app will streamline schedules, enhance communication, and provide essential tools to support us in performing our roles more effectively."

I looked over at Suzie, she was smiling. "After careful consideration, I believe this technology will be a valuable asset in optimizing operations and ensuring a more seamless work experience. To ensure the app meets our specific needs, Suzie, I want you to arrange a meeting with the app developer to discuss the potential of adding features, functionality, and integration with our current systems as well as our phones."

I saw she was taking notes. I looked up at her. "Is that possible? A mobile product?" She nodded.

"That meeting will help align the app's capabilities with my new business objectives."

David spoke up. "I wonder, Mary Beth, if the app developer and the company could also benefit from our services as well. You know, creating a better partnership?" He smiled and winked at me.

"Ahh, my dear nephew, you are going to be amazing when I give over the reins and retire."

I looked at Suzie. "Please schedule the meeting as soon as possible. We have a very busy Monday ahead of us. Out! Come now, out of my office, and let me get to work."

I looked up only after hearing my door close. Then I heard my cell phone ping with a text. I unlocked the screen and saw a text from David. 'I see the Ice Queen's heart is warming.'

'I will pretend you didn't use that title towards your favorite Aunt.' I smiled and went back to work.

~~

There was a knock at my door, her knock. I just finished with my morning clients and didn't have anything scheduled. I looked at the time and then my calendar without seeing anything scheduled. What I worried about was the thirty minutes that was blocked as 'red-time'.

The door opened. Suzie stood there smiling. She was carrying my refilled water bottle and a fresh cup of coffee. She walked in and placed the items on my desk according to my new request. I was curious when she walked into my private bathroom. But soon realized what was happening when I heard the faucet running.

I heard the water turn off and then the door close. Suzie walked up behind me and placed her fingers on my neck. She slowly and gently started rubbing my neck, knowing exactly where to find that spot.

I hummed in excitement and pleasure as she worked her magic. Then I shivered as she gently kissed my cheek. She startled me when she whispered in my ear.

"I beg for your nectar, Mary Beth. I beg for your essence, and I want you." Susie's breathy voice filled my ear.

"David is out to the post office as you told him." I then felt my chair turn slightly. I looked up to see this beautiful, young, and very attractive woman with desire written all over her face.

She stepped back and twisted my chair again, spinning it towards her. What I hadn't seen until that moment were the two towels she had with her. One dropped to the floor at her feet for kneeling on.

"Please stand, I beg you, Mary Beth." She asked of me.

I stood, filled with a feeling that I was floating on air. Suzie laid the towel onto my seat cushion. She then unzipped my skirt and lowered it from my body. Her movements were effortless as she lowered my panties and carefully led me to sit on the soft towel.

As I sat, she knelt, placing her hands on my hips, and with all the tenderness I could imagine, she slid me forward in my seat. I shivered with want and desire as she kissed my lips, then my chin, and then lowered herself down and nuzzled her nose down in my soft tuft of pubic hair.

I heard her inhale and felt a soft swoosh of air across my exposed lips as she blew gently, exhaling.

"Suzie, feast on my womanhood. Drain this woman of her nectar. It is saved for you." I placed my hands on her head, and then with a bit of force, I grabbed her hair and pulled her into my heated wetness.

A moan escaped my mouth as she closed her lips, kissing and suckling on my swelling labia.

I will be the first to admit it had been a while, months actually, since I was engaged with a woman, but here I sat in my office with a woman, my new lover, nearly thirty years my junior, and I was overcome with pleasure I hadn't felt in a long time.

Maybe it was her youth or the thrill of being so bold to have her love me in my office, but I was quickly going to flow onto the woman's face.

I moaned as her tongue so lovingly caressed and lapped at my open essence and womanhood. I squealed when she then pressed her nose onto my clit which sent a wonderful shock through my entire body.

"Suzie" I was now panting. This lover of mine moved her thumb to tease and love my clit.

"Suzie! Please." I breathed heavily. "Careful lover! I cum heavily." I tried to caution her. All this seemed to do was intensify her love-making activities as her tongue entered my tunnel.

I started to shiver as I felt her tease my entrance with her petite finger. Her tongue slid from my entrance, and her finger slid forward. I quickly arched my body, lifting my hips to move in a methodical, slow rhythm.

"Cumming Girl!" I squealed as the tremors and explosion started in my core. Then a very familiar feeling from the depths of my vagina, I felt the pressure as I squirted a few drops but she wouldn't relent.

Her thumb moved up teasing my clit. Her mouth closed around it as she sucked it. Her finger slowly drew my orgasm from my body. I couldn't stand it. I grabbed her head and pulled it away.

"Drink slut!" I screamed as I squirted on her face, trying to point my flow at her opened mouth. The thrill of seeing her tongue hanging out, waving and wanting my essence and nectar spurred me on. I clamped down on my stomach, tightening it and pushing down.

I felt the release, as I squirted my cum into her mouth and on her face. I released her head and collapsed back into my chair, fully exhausted. Then I felt the softest love I had ever experienced. She kissed up my inner thighs and gently licked up as much of the remaining nectar as hadn't been soaked up from the towel.

In the minutes that followed, Suzie kissed every tiny spot of my exposed body, all for her desire and my pleasure. When she laid her head gently on my lap. I heard her thanking me for the gift I had given her. I knew at that moment that I wanted to make her mine- mind, body, heart, and soul.

She would be mine; we would become one, if she would have me. I closed my eyes and let my mind wonder about the possibilities.

I heard my desk phone ringing and then heard Suzie answer. "Miss Mills' office, this is Suzie Fisher speaking." There was a pause, and then I heard.

"Thank you."

I slowly opened my eyes to see Suzie turn from my desk and walk into the bathroom. I heard the faucet running and then saw her return with a washcloth and a clean towel. Suzie approached and knelt in front of me again. With care and love I had never felt from a lover, she patted my skin and helped clean me up from our lovemaking.

"That was David; he will be back in the office in twenty minutes, Miss Mills."

I carefully sat up, placing my hands on hers. I looked down at her and smiled. "Please, my dearest Suzie, just Mary Beth, please, from now on, just Mary Beth."

I stood as she handed me my panties and skirt. I kissed her softly and then got dressed. I took her hands in mine and pulled her close for one more kiss. When I broke the kiss I whispered in her ear that her blouse was ruined, splattered by my cum and I was sorry.

"Not to worry, Mary Beth, I have my jeans to put on." She winked. But the heels stay so I can look into my girlfriend's eyes."

I shivered. "We are girlfriends now, are we?" I asked her.

"Oh, Mary Beth, just wait until I get you into jeans in the office." She winked and kissed my cheek.

"Pfft, don't think this Ice Queen has melted that much, my sweet." Susie's eyes opened wide. "Yes, I know what that name means whether you have used it or not. I am not that naive, dear."

We each smiled and kissed once more. Suzie pulled back and then started cleaning up the office and assisting with putting me back in order for my late afternoon client.

~~

Suzie

As was my routine, I arrived and changed, but today, I wore very firm fitting, but still professional black slacks instead of a skirt as her early morning text mentioned. I paired them with new black heels and a light pink blouse that matched almost perfectly. With her coffee brewing and her computer humming to life, I made my way downstairs to greet Mary Beth.

I waited and wondered how she would dress. I recalled her text message to David and me earlier in the morning.

'There is a weather system moving in; dress appropriately.'

I quickly opened the weather app and looked. Ohh brrr ???? It was going to be cold and windy throughout the day. It was then that a second text came through.

'Be careful driving that thing.'

I watched as she turned the corner wearing a long overcoat. The same one she wore the day of her back massage. I shivered immediately, not from the cold as I opened the door but from the memory of first caressing her body and bringing her to her first orgasm with me.

As she stepped inside, I took her satchel; I immediately noticed something different about her, something softer, less composed than usual. As we walked to the elevator, I let her step ahead of me, and oh, what a view. Her slacks hugged her curves in a way that made my heart race; it was the perfect mix of elegance and allure.

As the elevator doors slid shut, I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek and whispering, "Good morning, Mary Beth. You look absolutely stunning today."

I felt her smile beneath my lips, the warmth of her skin shifting ever so slightly. Emboldened by her reaction, I let my lips drift just below her ear, whispering teasingly, "And I must say I love seeing you in slacks. Your bum is absolutely perfect, Mary Beth."

She grinned, a soft laugh bubbling up, but before she could respond, the elevator chimed, announcing our arrival on the seventh floor. I stepped back, straightening my posture, but the sparkle in her eyes told me this morning was off to a very good start.

I opened the office door for her and watched a slight bit more sway in her step, a bit more sway in the hips. I was giddy, thinking this was all I needed now.

We walked into her office together. I placed her satchel on the credenza before turning to take her coat. For a moment, I was stunned, Mary Beth stood there, smiling, more radiant than ever. Her eyes sparkled, her skin glowed, and the warmth of her expression sent a shiver down my spine.

I stepped closer, her breath brushing my skin. As I reached for her overcoat with my left hand, my right found its way to her hip. Our eyes remained locked in a silent exchange of something deep and unspoken.

The spell between us tightened, and before I could resist, I leaned in, pressing my lips softly to hers. She didn't pull away. Instead, I felt her exhale as my right hand drew her closer, our bodies brushing together. The warmth of her sent a thrill through me.

I took the lead, stepping forward again, pressing my body more firmly against her hip. A hum of desire escaped my lips as I gently traced my tongue across hers, savoring the taste of her. Mary Beth sighed, her lips parting, allowing me deeper access. Then, her arms encircled me, holding me tightly in an embrace that spoke of longing and affection.

A soft purr of pleasure escaped her as she slowly pulled back, breaking our kiss but not the closeness between us. Her arms remained around me, our bodies still flush together. When she finally spoke, her voice was a hushed melody.

"Good morning, Suzie." She kissed me again, delicately and lingeringly. "I thought of you most of the night while I slept."

I smiled, kissing her in return. "I dreamt of you too, Mary Beth. I dreamt of love yet undiscovered, of days spent learning more about you."

She chuckled, her fingers grazing my back. "That may come in time. But shall we slow down just a bit this morning? My schedule is a little tighter than yesterday." She kissed me once more before slowly releasing our embrace.

I let her go, but not before whispering, "I have something special planned for you after lunch, Mary Beth. A little surprise just for you." I kissed her cheek before stepping away to hang her coat, officially beginning my morning.

At my desk, I watched as David arrived. I greeted him with a warm smile and handed him a small note, a simple request. He read it, smirked knowingly, and I couldn't help but blush.

The morning passed quickly. Clients came and went, and our upcoming meeting with Curtis was scheduled for next week. Anticipation bubbled within me, knowing his work would bring improvements to our office and perhaps more moments with Mary Beth.

Then, precisely at noon, David's message popped up in our office chat, letting us know he was heading out to lunch with Stephanie and would return after a quick stop at the bank.

That was my cue.

As soon as David stepped out, shutting the door behind him and flipping the placard to "Out to Lunch," I stood. The frosted glass doors were closed and locked. Slowly, I stepped out of my heels, my fingers moving to the waistband of my slacks. One by one, I unfastened the buttons, allowing the fabric to slide down my legs, revealing my black lace panties and thigh-high stockings.

Slipping back into my heels, I unbuttoned my blouse and let it slide from my shoulders. Now dressed only in my lingerie, I walked toward Mary Beth's office.

I knocked lightly before turning the doorknob, stepping inside with measured grace. As I closed the door behind me, I reached for the light switch, dimming the room to a soft, sultry glow.

Turning back, I found Mary Beth watching me, her eyes wide with anticipation, and her lips parted just slightly, curved into a teasing smile.

With all the sensuality I could summon, I sauntered forward, my hands settling on my hips as I circled her desk. Stopping beside her, I carefully turned her chair to face me. Her gaze traveled downward, settling on my womanhood.

And then, I waited, allowing the moment to stretch, to linger, to tempt.

I watched her eyes linger, saw the longing flicker and grow within them. A silent conversation passed between us, filled with unspoken words of need and desire. But it wasn't until her hands moved, hesitant yet sure, that I knew she truly wanted this, wanted me.

I reached for Mary Beth, guiding her gently as she rose to stand. Taking her hands, I placed them on my sides, just below my breasts, feeling the warmth of her touch seeping into me. Her lips parted, quivering slightly, her breath mingling with mine in the intimate space between us.

"For you, Mary Beth," I murmured my voice a soft offering. "I dressed for you. My body is my gift, if you'll have it. If you ..."

Her lips found mine before I could finish, silencing me with a kiss so deep, so consuming, it stole the very air from my lungs. Her arms enveloped me, pulling me close as her tongue sought mine in a slow, sensual dance of need and surrender.

Desire flared between us, no longer a gentle ember but a blazing fire. I held her tighter, my hands gliding down to the curve of her hips, pressing her firmly against me as we lost ourselves in the heat of the moment.

Mary Beth broke the kiss, her lips tracing a path down my cheek, finding my ear where she nipped playfully, eliciting a soft moan from my lips. My fingers tangled in her hair, nails grazing her scalp as I tried to guide her kisses, but she resisted; she had her own plans.

A shiver ran through me as she kissed her way down my throat, into the valley between my breasts, pausing just long enough to inhale the scent of the Bright Crystal perfume I had dabbed there, just for her. She lifted her head, her eyes burning with both hunger and tenderness.

"I needed to be sure," she whispered, her voice like silk against my skin. "I needed to know this was what you truly wanted."

With a smile, I cupped her face, tilting her head up to meet my gaze. "I want this, you. Completely."

Her response was not in words but in action, the slow, tantalizing scrape of her nails down my sides, the delicate pull of my panties as she slipped them from my body. The shift in power thrilled me, and I welcomed it.

Stepping free of my last barrier, I cradled her face one last time before letting my hands drift away, bracing myself against her desk as I surrendered to the pleasure she was about to give.

And she did. For twenty breathtaking minutes, she unraveled me, worshipping my body with lips, hands, and whispered words of future sexual desires. And now, as I lay curled beside her on the couch, our bare skin only adorned by the delicate lace of our stockings, I savored the moment. Mary Beth rested her head against my chest, our bodies entwined in the afterglow of our love.

She broke the comfortable silence with a soft whisper, her breath warm against my skin. "Your youthfulness inspires me, Suzie."

I pressed a lingering kiss to her hair, holding her a little closer. "And your passion, your rediscovered hunger for love, sets my soul on fire. As does the sight of you in those slacks."

She laughed, low and sultry, tilting her head up just enough for our lips to meet once more. And as I held her in the quiet sanctuary of her office, I knew this was only the beginning.

Thursday Evening, Six Days Later

The previous days here in the office were calm, peaceful and filled with love and tenderness between Mary Beth and me. I was sad that today was going to end. Yet, tomorrow was Friday. I had one more day with her before the weekend.

Mary Beth had a very important client meeting in the morning. I had kept her schedule purposely clear for most of the afternoon and evening.

I stepped into Mary Beth's office, my heart heavy with the weight of the past few days. The room was dimly lit, the glow of her desk lamp casting long shadows on the walls. Slowly, I moved around her desk, bending down to press a soft, lingering kiss to her cheek, hoping, foolishly, perhaps for a moment of warmth.

"It's past eight o'clock ... David just left," I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper. I nuzzled against her neck, pressing another gentle kiss just below her earlobe, longing for a sign that she still cared.

Her reaction was swift, cutting through me like a blade. "Must you, Girl? I am diligently engaged with a client's work!"

Her words struck deep, colder than I expected, sharper than I could bear. She turned her head sharply as if my presence was nothing more than an irritation.

I straightened immediately, my breath hitching. "My apologies, Miss Mills," I said, my voice trembling. "I was leaving for the evening ... I only wanted to bid you goodnight."

Turning away, I forced my legs to move, but the overwhelming ache in my chest was unbearable. Before I reached the door, the dam inside me broke. Tears welled up, spilling over before I could stop them. I covered my face, desperate to hide my shame, and fled from her office as quickly as I could.

Once outside her office, there was no stopping the flood. My shoulders shook with quiet sobs, my body betraying me as grief and hurt consumed me. I didn't recognize myself! Was I truly this fragile? This affected?

Needing an escape, I quickly changed into my jeans and riding boots, rushing out of the office as if I could outrun the pain. The night air was cold against my tear-streaked face as I mounted my Sportster Iron 883. Desperation clawed at my throat as I cranked the engine, gripping the handlebars tightly. I needed to get away. I needed to feel something other than this unbearable sorrow. With a twist of the throttle, I roared out of the parking lot, the wind carrying away my tears but never quite easing the ache in my chest.

~~

Friday Morning

The next morning, I stood inside the office door, waiting for Mary Beth, my heart still raw from the night before. I had planned everything for her morning meeting with an important husband-and-wife client seeking an accounting firm, followed by an afternoon appointment with Curtis to discuss the efficiency app launch. But none of it mattered. Not really.

She turned the corner, her expression unreadable, and I pushed the door open for her. Wordlessly, she handed me her satchel and walked toward the elevator. Not even a glance. Not a single word. Just cold, impenetrable silence.

I followed her inside, and we walked wordlessly to her office. I placed her coffee and water on her desk as I always did, waiting, hoping, for a simple acknowledgment. But she was already working, shutting me out completely, as if these last loving, sensual, and amazing days had never happened. As if I didn't exist.

The Ice Queen and hard-nosed bitch had returned in full force. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I turned away, retreating to my desk. I felt the shiver of the cold and hard-nosed facts that this is how she truly is. She would turn on a dime at her one thought and desire.

The tears broke, this isn't what I wanted. I thought this was love; a mutual love. How she acted last night and treated me this morning was not love. That was her own selfishness and internal need to be above me.

Just as I returned to my desk and the front reception area, David walked in. He took one look at me with red eyes and trembling hands and frowned in concern.

"What happened?" he asked, his voice laced with worry.

I let out a shaky breath, my emotions finally unraveling. "The Ice Queen bit my head off last night when I kissed her goodnight. She is a real piece of work, your Aunt... a real bitch. I haven't even received an apology."

Tears blurred my vision, spilling over as I finally let go. I was exhausted. Heartbroken and truly done, I just couldn't take it.

David's expression hardened, his frown deepening, but I couldn't bear to care. My voice cracked as I whispered, "David, I can't do this. I resign. I'm sorry, but I can't take her temperament anymore. It's too much. I'll stay until the end of the day, but I'm calling my brother to cancel our app launch and appointment with this firm as our accountant; we will find another firm."

Before he could respond, I turned and ran, fleeing the office, the suffocating air, and the unbearable ache inside me. I barely made it to the ladies' room next to the elevators before the sobs overtook me completely.

I had loved her. And now... now I was breaking into pieces; there was nothing left. I wasn't a toy or a plaything she could have. I was a woman with emotions and feelings and I knew at that moment I didn't want this any longer. I didn't need this anymore.

This job was to be a getaway, something light, something fun for me to spend my time, not a burden to my days. This was about interacting with people and others, not money. Frankly, I don't need the money.

It must have been ten minutes later when there was a knock on the ladies room door. I heard his muffled voice.

"Suzie, please come out. Let me know if you are okay. Please talk to me." David spoke through the door.

I washed my face sadly removing any of the makeup I had put on for the day, makeup meant for Mary Beth, the woman I thought I loved. I dried my hands once more and straightened my blouse and skirt. I slowly grasped the door handle and made my exit. I stopped seeing David in the hallway. The look of concern on his face was genuine.

"Thank you for your compassion, but I will work out my day. I will call Curtis now."

"No! Please wait. She wants to speak with you." David reached out to touch my arms, which remained folded close to my body.

I pulled back, scoffing at him. "Well, David she has hurt me for the last time, she has rejected me for the last time. I want nothing to do with her." I turned and walked into the office and moved and sat at the receptionist desk.

David entered. He looked at me. His eyes slightly lowered in defeat. "Please Suzie, I beg you to reconsider."

I lowered my head, grabbed another tissue and cried.

Mary Beth

My office door burst open without as much as a knock. I looked up, startled, ready to repel this intruder, but his finger shot up, silencing me before I could utter a word.

"All the years, Aunt Mary Beth!" David's voice trembled with rage as he marched forward, stopping at the very edge of my desk. His eyes, normally filled with warmth, burned with betrayal.

"All these years, I have stood by you. I have supported you through five or six Personal Assistants and Receptionists, through three lovers or dates at best, through every storm. But not this." His voice broke on the last words. "Not this! No!"

His words, sharp as knives, echoed through the room.

"How dare you treat her like that? How dare you?" His breath was unsteady, his fists clenched at his sides.

"David, I will not ..."

"Stop, Aunt Mary Beth." His voice cracked, the fury giving way to something deeper, something raw and wounded.

"You think you broke her heart? You think this is about you and your pride?" He shook his head. "You're wrong."

I stood, desperate to respond, but he cut me off.

"That young, loving, and entirely professional woman is out there canceling a meeting. A meeting that was vital to us, vital to our business." His voice trembled, his grief barely contained.

"And now that involves me. That involves the accounting firm I'm supposed to inherit."

David started pacing, his hands shaking. "Are you trying to destroy everything? Are you trying to ruin the future I'm building for myself? For Stephanie?" He stopped and looked at me, his face contorted with pain. "Are you willing to lose the only nephew you have?"

Suddenly, a cold, hollow ache spread through my chest. His words felt like a blade to my ribs.

He paused, breathing hard, his face flushed with frustration, sorrow, and something that looked an awful lot like disappointment.

"Aunt Mary Beth, my mother loves you like a twin sister should." His voice softened, but his eyes darkened. "But the two of you... you couldn't be more different. If you think I'll fix this for you, you're wrong."

His words hit harder than any slap could. My legs buckled, and I collapsed into my chair. My voice cracked, barely above a whisper.

"You wouldn't leave me, David?"

He rolled his eyes and let out a sharp breath, looking down at the floor. "Fix this."

His voice was eerily calm now, the anger drained, leaving only exhaustion.

"Or I will walk away. I'll resign and work for my parents. They would take me in a heartbeat."

I knew it was true. My twin sister and her husband would welcome him with open arms. They would thrive even more with his talent, grow even stronger. If he left... if I lost him as well.

I swallowed against the rising panic and glanced at the clock. Nine-thirty, I had an hour before my potential new clients arrived. I had an hour to stop everything from falling apart.

I stood, my knees weak, and walked out of my office, down the hallway. My heart pounded in my ears.

I stopped at the reception area and saw Suzie. She was sitting at her desk, red faced and seemingly broken. She was shaken beyond anything I had ever seen.

"Suzie?" I coughed out trying to speak with her, my voice barely made a sound.

She stood quickly straightening and standing looking up at me. I could see she forced herself into a rigid posture, her eyes blank. "Yes, Miss Mills." Her voice was hoarse, brittle. "How may I assist you?"

Tears streaked her face, but she tried to wipe them away, tried to hold herself together.

"Suzie..." I stepped forward, reaching out to touch her shoulder. As soon as my fingers grazed her, she recoiled as if I had burned her.

"Don't touch me!" she turned looking at me and screamed, her voice cracking with pain. "How dare you?"

"Suzie, please, let me ..."

She didn't speak. She just lowered her head and she was silent, totally defeated.

I had crushed her. I had broken her. The weight of what I had done settled deep in my chest, suffocating.

"I didn't mean to..." My voice wavered. "Last night, I was trying, I was just preparing for today. I didn't mean to hurt you, Suzie. Please."

I took a step toward her. She took a step back. So I stopped and gave her space.

"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I don't know how to do this. I love you."

At that, her head snapped up, her eyes wide, disbelieving. "You lie," she breathed, her voice shaking. Then, louder. "You lie!"

The force of her words sent a shudder through me.

"Don't you dare pretend you have that emotion or the feeling of love anywhere in your cold, hollow body?"

She sucked in a sharp breath, her entire frame trembling. "No, Miss Ice Queen. You have no idea what love is. Don't ever use that word again. Not until you know what it really means."

Suzie then shoved past me, nearly knocking me off balance. My mouth opened, but no words came.

She yanked open a cabinet next to her desk, pulled out a bag, her movements shaking with rage and devastation.

"Fuck you, Ice Queen," she spat, her voice breaking. "I quit."

She turned, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

"But worse than that? You just lost the client you were meeting with this afternoon. That company, me and my brothers company, worth nearly thirteen million dollars." She let out a bitter laugh, but there was no humor in it. Only sorrow, only loss.

"And that's all you love, isn't it?" Her voice cracked her last words barely more than a whisper. "Money. That's all you'll ever love."

She turned and walked away out of the office into the main lobby. I watched her disappear into the restroom near the elevator.

I turned around, my stomach twisting into knots. David stood there, watching me. And for the first time in my life, I feared I had truly lost everything. David lowered his head and walked back to his office, closing the door.

An hour later I sat with the potential new clients. The husband and wife, the condominium building owners, the meeting went well enough. They were thrilled with our billing software and with my costs for taking on their business.

It was after lunch David knocked on my door and informed me he was leaving for the day as the afternoon new client meeting was cancelled.

"I am going to see my parents, then have dinner with Stephanie. I was going to propose but I will wait. Suddenly, I am not in a loving mood." As he turned away, he mumbled "I wonder why?"

His words bit hard as they reverberated in my ears.

I looked at my schedule, I saw from four o'clock to five o'clock was blocked off. There was a note inserted to the time block, it was a note Suzie had placed there.

'Shopping with MB for weekend getaway'

"My god this woman was truly in love with me. How stupid could I be?" I admonished myself.

I closed my eyes as my heart suddenly broke and tears streaming down my face. I was in love with her. I was deeply in love with her and I needed to fix this immediately.

I sat at my desk, staring blankly at the papers before me. I couldn't remember what I was supposed to be doing, perhaps it didn't matter anymore. My hands trembled as I picked up my phone, my fingers moving of their own accord, dialing her number.

No answer.

I redialed, only to be met with her voicemail. A hollow beep, then silence. I swallowed hard, my voice cracking as I whispered, "Why won't you answer me?"

Desperation clawed at my chest. I sent David a text. 'Please, I beg you. I love her. You have to help me.'

Again, I dialed, hoping and praying that the roar of her motorcycle wouldn't drown out the sound of my call. But the line went straight to voicemail. Again.

Minutes dragged by, stretching unbearably long. My heart pounded as I tried once more, each unanswered ring another knife twisting into my ribs. The silence was suffocating, a punishment I had earned.

I sent another message, my fingers shaking as I typed. 'Suzie, please. Come back. I'm so... so sorry.'

~~

The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the blinds. I cried again, I missed her doing the simple thing, not asked but yet still done for me. I was indifferent to my pain, my back aching nearly in spasms causing me to bury my face in my hands, my body wracked with silent sobs.

The walls of my office pressed in around me, closing me off from the world, from her. This place held the ghost of what we were, the love, the passion, the stolen moments. And now, all I had left was absence, an echo of something I had destroyed.

Then, a thought struck me. I reached for her employee file, my hands unsteady as I flipped through the pages. Her address, it was there. A foolish, desperate hope flickered inside me.

I picked up the phone and called the florist. My voice was barely above a whisper, thick with unshed tears.

"Three dozen red roses, two dozen lilies of the valley and a dozen white lilies. The card must read: 'My love for you is real. I am still learning. Please, I beg for your understanding and forgiveness.'"

I paid extra, whatever it took to ensure the flowers arrived as quickly as possible. All I could do was wait.

The minutes blurred into hours. I turned on the radio station she previously hummed along to, letting the music drift through the empty space she had left behind. I made my way over to my office couch and sat hoping for something, anything from her.

I nearly jumped for joy, thrilled when I heard my phone pinged. An email received

"Delivery confirmed. Signed for by C. Fisher."

My breath caught in my throat. C. Fisher, that wasn't her that was Curtis.

My shoulders slumped. The brief flicker of hope I had clung to crumbled to ash. My body tensed, muscles locking in protest, and then finally I broke.

Tears spilled freely, hot and relentless. Grief wrapped around me, pressing down until I could do nothing but surrender to it. Sometime in the dim haze of the early evening, exhaustion dragged me under, and I fell back onto the couch drowning in the unbearable weight of a love, now lost.

~~

I gasped softly as I felt a gentle touch on my shoulder, followed by the warmth of a tender kiss on my cheek. My heart clenched, and as I opened my eyes, tears spilled freely. Before I could say a word, she wrapped her arms around me, and I pulled her in close, holding her as if I would never let go. We melted together on the couch; our couch. Where love had always felt like home.

The quiet metallic click of my office door closing told me that David had helped bring her back to me, and for that, I would be forever grateful.

Choking on a sob, I whispered, "I am so very, very sorry, Suzie."

She shook her head, her voice just as broken as mine. "No, Mary Beth. It was me, I should have known better. I'm so sorry, too."

We lay there, tangled in each other's arms, the weight of our sorrow slowly lifting with every shared breath. Our tears faded, replaced by the softest of kisses, delicate touches meant to heal what had been hurt. I nestled against her, resting my head on her chest, listening to the steady, soothing rhythm of her heartbeat.

As she held me close, her lips brushed against my hair, and she whispered, "Together forever, MB."

With one final, loving kiss, I exhaled softly, surrendering to sleep in the arms of the woman I loved, my Suzi.

April, seven months later

I sat astride my Sportster Iron 883. My fingers gripping the rubber handle grips as the warm evening breeze brushes against my bare skin. The low rumble of the engine vibrated beneath me, steady and reassuring. The parking lot was nearly empty now, the last slant of sunlight casting long shadows against the pavement. It had been a long day, one that had ended in unexpected revelations.

I flashed back to her look when she walked into her office seeing me in my jeans, the same ones I was now wearing. She paused when I turned and held hers up; of course they were on a hanger, with a blouse, one I picked out.

"It's Friday, please change Mary Beth." I smiled wide when I walked up to her holding the hangers and kissed her lips softly and murmured. "Please for me Mary Beth. I promise something special this evening."

Before Mary Beth could reply I kissed her softly again then asked her to hurry reminding her Curtis, my brother, would be here soon and we needed to discuss the newest app, with our accountants.

We needed another review with this launch as our last quarter meeting explained we were now well over an estimated fifteen million dollars. Our sponsor pricing for this app had come through in droves.

She rolled her eyes and kissed me back taking the hangers from my hands. I could sense her hesitation. "Mary Beth, please for me please."

She smiled slightly and then turned walking into her private bathroom. I giggled as I turned from her office and walked down the hall. David walked into the main lobby and made me pause as he himself was wearing jeans with his beige Allen Edmonds, just so fashionable.

"Hmm David, those look wonderful together. Does Stephanie like the new you?" I asked as he walked into his office blushing.

~~

I shivered and was brought back to the moment. I felt her touch my shoulder. Mary Beth stood beside me, her presence both comforting and electrifying. There was something undeniably beautiful about her years of experience etched into the soft creases around her mouth, the confidence in her stance, the quiet wisdom in her eyes.

Gawd my heart was beating so fast!

She reached out, brushing her fingertips over my jaw, tilting my chin up ever so slightly. My breath caught in my throat as Mary Beth leaned in, her lips meeting mine in a slow, lingering kiss.

It wasn't rushed. It wasn't desperate. It was deliberate, filled with promise and the unspoken understanding that this was something real, something worth holding onto.

I melted into it, her lips parting mine; the taste of her lips was still faintly sweet, with the trace of a smirk sending a shiver through me. A shiver straight to my nipples as they hardened under my blouse and bra. The world around us faded, leaving only the warmth of the moment, the quiet hum of our breath mingled between us.

Mary Beth pulled away just enough to rest her forehead against mine, her fingers tracing a gentle path down my arm before she stepped back. With effortless grace, she swung her leg over the bike and settled in behind me. The moment she did, her arms wrapped securely around my waist, her body pressing close, her cheek resting against my shoulder.

"Ready?" I asked my voice hushed, almost reverent.

"Always," Mary Beth murmured, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.

I twisted the throttle, and my Harley answered my call, the engine roaring to life. With Mary Beth's warmth pressed against my back and her arms wrapped around my waist, I guided my baby forward, out of the parking lot, and onto the open road. We two road away watching the city lights shimmered in the distance, the sky above fading into twilight. We rode forward, into the unknown, into something new, but now we were together.

*** The End ***

I hope you enjoyed my interpretation of an Ice Queen and how a good hearted and the right woman can come along and melt her heart and steal her soul filling it with love.

If you have the time, please share your thoughts in constructive feedback.

All my love,

Aoife