Skinny Love

TWO

And as goosebumps lined her skin and a shiver ran down her spine, she instantly flicked her eyes upwards to meet the emerald ones she had euphorically- and repeatedly - drowned in the night before.

"Call me crazy, but i have the strangest suspicion you're not here to buy an engagement ring for me."

Camila's eyes blinked several times in rapid succession, the colour rising in her cheeks as she took in the questioning green eyes of the woman standing over her, an unreadable smirk tugging at the edges of plump lips.

"I..I...umm..." Camila paused, swallowing hard before clearing her throat. With a shake of her head, she then closed her eyes before quickly opening them as an astonished breath left her chest. "I, well...I...seriously? of all the places in Manhattan, you work here?"

Lauren's smile widened, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Well actually i don't just work here. I own here." She proudly informed.

Camila's face remained shocked as she quickly popped up from her seat. "What? What do you mean you own here?"

Looking around, Lauren motioned for the man who had greeted Camila upon her arrival to leave them alone, her ryes then glancing around to make sure there was no one else within earshot. "I mean, i'm the owner...of this store," She matter-of-factly replied.

Camila shook her head; she had no intention of ever seeing this woman again, but here she now stood, gazing in astonishment into her gorgeous green eyes. "You mean like the Manhattan store, right? Like, you just manage it. Or something..." She spoke, her speech fractured as she attempted to formulate a coherent sentence.

Lauren Shook her head and, with a slight smirk, she brushed her palm over the lapel of the black suit jacket she was wearing. "No. Not right. I own the...entire company."

Camila's mouth opened and closed several times, her shocked brown eyes wide as thoughts of the previous night inundated her mind.

After the other woman had proposed they engage in another round of the blissfully erotic tryst they'd just recovered from, Camila suddenly found herself self-conscious for the very first time since she'd invited the other woman to her room and, halting the exotic stranger, she had then asked her name. At that point, the raven haired had smiled a sexy megawatt smile, quickly informing her that her name was Lauren before immediately flipping the other woman onto her back and slithering herself down the sweat slicked caramel skin to once again begin working at her centre to ultimately bring her to another blinding, pulsing realise.

Lauren now watched as the other woman stared over her shoulder, caramel cheeks quickly tinting with a pink blush as she stood considering what the raven haired assumed was at least one of the many orgasms she had bestowed upon her the previous night and, clearing her throat, green eyes narrowed when Camila jumped at the sound, her hands nervously fidgeting with her bag.

"Shit," Camila breathed, her own eyes momentarily flickering toward Lauren, But them back over her shoulder to once again stare at a particularly beautiful diamond engagement ring nestled in a lighted case.

"It's okay, Camila," Lauren tried, unsure of what else to say.

Camila shook her head, unexplainable anger beginning to rise within her, "So, what you're telling me is...YOU are THAT Lo? Like...THE Lauren? You are...THE Lauren Michelle?"

With a look of confusion on her face, Lauren turned to where the brunette was now pointing, soon finding Lo and Co emblazoned on the wall behind her in it's well-known and familiar script. And, taking a moment to study the logo, she had to smile, the sense of pride she felt every time she saw those words, quickly filling her psyche.