Page 14 of Distrustful

"Of course, Ms. Trinidad, and remember you have the watch, don't hesitate to press the button if you need me."

Trinidad looks at her left wrist where an elegant silver watch glints when the restaurant lights reflect off the crystal. It appears completely normal, except for the fact that one of the wheels on the right is actually a panic button. If Trinidad presses it, Benjamin receives an immediate alert notification on his phone, also indicating the businesswoman's exact location.

"I hope I won't have to," she says smiling before walking toward the door.

Maria has barely had time to order a drink when she sees Trinidad in the room, the businesswoman seems to be looking for someone, and Maria is tempted to raise a handand ask her to come closer because, in reality, she feels as much animosity as attraction toward the engineer.

"Damn," she hisses when Trinidad notices her and begins walking in her direction.

Maria's whole body tenses, and for some reason, her panties also dampen.

"Hi," Trinidad greets and positions herself next to her, "mind if I stay?"

There's something very wild in the businesswoman's gaze that Maria hadn't seen until now, and although this sends a jolt between her legs, the lawyer wants to make it clear that she doesn't trust her and therefore doesn't want her near.

"You know what kind of place this is, right?" she asks and drags a stool, where she rests her bottom and raises one leg to the low bar with an elegance that Trinidad finds provocative.

"Yes, I know."

The businesswoman takes a quick look around, the same as when she entered, which has served to confirm that she doesn't feel uncomfortable at all surrounded by people openly having sex.

"Well, if you know, you can imagine I came here looking for something, and if you stay with me, it's likely no one will approach me because they'll assume I already have company."

Trinidad smiles but doesn't move. Moreover, there's a certain provocative expression in her gaze that Maria finds hard to resist.

"I understand, I'll only steal a few minutes of your time."

"For what?" asks Maria, who suddenly catches the scent of Trinidad's perfume and sighs deeply as if she needed it to keep living.

"For you to tell me what problem you have with me."

Maria hates that Trinidad is so direct because she likes people like that.

"You know why. You're hiding something and I don't like it. Maybe Ursula doesn't care that you show up with your air of superiority and refuse to explain yourself, but that excuse sounds cheap to me."

Trinidad listens without verbal interruption, but she makes a physical one when she unbuttons her shirt one button too many, revealing a suggestive neckline that breaks Maria's concentration. The lawyer clears her throat and takes a drink.

"She likes you for some reason I can't understand," she continues her attack, though her eyes remain fixed on the curves visible through Trinidad's neckline, "but you won't fool me. I don't care what agreement you have with her, I'm going to keep investigating you."

"That's fine, you have every right to do what you want," Trinidad replies, stepping closer and taking the glass from her hand to place it on the bar.

"That's fine?" Maria asks, caught between surprise and dizziness because the businesswoman stands so close that electricity runs through her body and an intense tingling of desire pulses between her legs, driving her completely wild.

"Yes, and I don't like repeating myself. Are you done with your lecture?"

Trinidad moves even closer, positioning herself between Maria's legs.

"It's not a lecture, it's an opinion that..."

"Shut up," Trinidad commands while her hands begin to unbutton Maria's pants, who remains frozen by something between rage and desire, "no one will approach until I'm done with you," the businesswoman finishes with such conviction that the lawyer's core throbs and her lungs empty.

Maria grips the edge of the bar with one hand and the stool with the other, lifting herself slightly when Trinidad tries to pull her pants down. Inside, she wants to scream at her, tell her she’s arrogant, that she’s not there to fall for this spell, this magnetic pull that Trinidad so clearly exudes. But Maria can’t say a word. She can’t even think of refusing anything because all she truly wants is for Trinidad to do everything she has in mind.

Trinidad holds her gaze as she enters her, and the surge of pleasure and heat that courses through Maria in that moment makes her legs feel weak, as if they’re made of jelly. Trinidad slides her other hand behind Maria’s neck, grabbing her hair and forcing her head to stay upright. At first, Maria stares back at her with a defiant look, even though she knows Trinidad is in control here. But a minute later, as Trinidad moves inside her, driving her wild, Maria can do nothing but gasp for air, biting her tongue to keepfrom begging her to keep going or blurting out just how much she’s enjoying every second of it.

Trinidad loves what she’s doing. Maria is so wet that her arousal drips down Trinidad’s hand. She wants to unbutton her own pants and beg Maria to touch her. Her body throbs, desperate, and she can feel herself almost as soaked as the lawyer. But she holds back. Tonight, she’s determined to make one thing clear: she’s the one in charge, and Maria needs to stop doubting her the way she did before Trinidad spread her legs.

Maria’s moans grow louder, more urgent, and in a brief moment of weakness, the lawyer tries to find Trinidad’s lips, needing to taste them. But Trinidad doesn’t allow it. Instead, she pushes deeper inside her, making Maria’s back arch sharply as she reaches her climax, her walls clenching rhythmically around Trinidad’s fingers.

When Maria finishes, Trinidad stays there for a few seconds, her fingers still inside, savoring how tightly Maria holds her as the lawyer struggles to catch her breath. Then, she slowly pulls her fingers out, studying them, warm and glistening. Maria grabs her hand and pulls it to her mouth, sucking her fingers clean.

The two of them stay quiet for a moment, their hearts pounding, their minds hazy. Maria wants to grab Trinidad by the collar of her shirt, pull her close again, and this time be the one to open her pants and take her. She imagines turning Trinidad around, pressing her against the bar, and telling her to spread her legs. Her mind races with images of all the ways she wants to take her, and the heat betweenher thighs begins to build again, so much so that she’s ready to beg for it. But something in Trinidad’s unreadable expression stops her. Maria realizes this is all she’s getting tonight.

This thought puts her on alert, and she takes a sip from her glass. Maria doesn't want complications, first because Trinidad now has dealings with Ursula, and her boss won't like that she got involved in this way, and second because she's fine as she is - she doesn't want nonsense with anyone, least of all with someone as enigmatic as Trinidad.

Maria opens her mouth ready to make it clear that what happened won't repeat itself and to please not tell Ursula about it, but Trinidad beats her to it.

"I have to leave, I'll see you around, Maria," she says suddenly and, without giving Maria a chance to speak, Trinidad turns around and leaves.

Just as she aroused her beyond reason minutes ago, now she fills her with indescribable anger, not only because she left her mid-sentence, but because it seems Trinidad isn't like most women Maria sleeps with, those she has to shake off after using them. Trinidad wanted to have her way with her and she did, and that's it - once satisfied, she left, just like Maria usually does, and it turns out she doesn't like getting a taste of her own medicine at all.