Ana's POV
"I hate coming down here," Glory speaks up as we descend the stairs to the factory area.
"Yeah," I respond, swerving my head backward to bestow her a knowing glimpse. "Because you are lazy."
"I am not!" She clamors in defense of my statement.
"Believe it or not," I shrug, snorting.
"You are the lazy one," she announces in a stern glare.
"You don't see me denying it," I laugh, my bare shoulders shaking in laughter as I'm donning a white polka dot blue background off-the-shoulder blouse and black Aphrodite pants, my blue heels clicking on the stairs.
"You better not," she mumbles, following closely behind.
"Don't worry I wouldn't," I voice as we approach the noisy and busy area of the factory. "But right now I think you are in competition with me on that one."
"Ah," she gasps and pauses as we reach. "That's a lie."
"We'll settle that dispute another time," I utter close to her as my eyes observe the wide expanse. Able-bodied bare-chested men moving here and there, lab scientists in the corner with their lab coats carrying out a few experiments, the sounds of machines and engines, and most of all the distinct air that feels the area.
Some people like Glory who clamps her nose at the scent of the place might find it disgusting but I for one love the mixture of smoke, the smell of raw materials, grease, and of course sweat caused by the heat emitted from the machines.
The ceiling fans rotating above do nothing to help as it is set to a slow rotation so as not to trigger a fire and at the same time reduce the risk of suffocation.
"The fact you enjoy this environment still makes me wonder how weird you can be," Glory grunts, her voice coming out funny thus her nose is held closed by her thumb and forefinger.
"It's not weird," I beam, peering at her. "It just proves I'm cut out for this."
"You sure it won't affect the baby?" She investigates eying my stomach. "I mean if it can make me want to puke then what about a little being?"
"Stop being so dramatic," I titer walking forward into the heart of the area. "The baby is fine."
"How's it going, guys?" I call over the noise, a grin on my face. It's Monday and we are beginning production of our first cosmetic product, 'lipstick. I'm down here to supervise the process and make sure it goes well.
"Hello, boss."
"We missed you, boss," these are the responses I can hear in return amidst nods and waves.
"The queen decided to step down from her castle at last," John utters, ambling my way, his wide expanse of chest bare and sweating.
"Always naked I see," I muse and giggle as he offers to hug me. "Hell no, go for Glory."
"Hey babe," he gleams, heeding my order, and strides to her location, arms wide for an embrace "Miss me already?"
"Yes but go away," she orders but he doesn't listen as afterward I hear her screaming and struggling to get free.
I leave them be and walk to my employees around the furnace, made up of three guys and a lady. The men are shirtless and the female wearing a sports bra, each drenched in fluid as they examine the product cooking within.
"What's in there?" I ask, though having an inkling but want to confirm.
"That's the wax," Beatrice the lady informs, her legs wide, arms folded and vision focused as she doesn't spare me a glance.
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A Very Sticky Situation (Completed)
Romance#1 Bestseller on 10-11th June 2024 Pinning my wrists above my head with his left hand, his lips clash with mine blocking my moans while I quiver on the cold metal as his other hand plays with the sensitive nub of my clit, stimulating dampness to oo...
