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self-conscious.
To her relief, there was a mirror over the waiting area of this office, and so Andrea took it upon herself to soften the blow.
The image in the mirror was less than pleasing to the eye. Hurriedly, Andrea stood before it and began to straighten her clothes and ponder at the stain on her blouse.
For a moment she considered unbuttoning a couple of the buttons, hoping that it would disguise the stain, but it would certainly expose the robust figure of her chest—the size of her breasts usually was a curse when making first impressions. Not that she was huge or anything, but she was aware of her endowment —and probably leave her with an odd first impression.
After a moment, she undid one button and felt satisfied that the stain was better hidden and her cleavage not as apparent. Her hair was another ill factor.
She had tied the long strawberry blonde locks of her hair into a loose bun behind her head, letting a few strands of her hair to frame her face. But now, her cheeks looked overly rounded, her dark blue eyes looked far too big and her forehead far too large.
Groaning, she yanked the rubber holding her hair back and let her hair down. She ran her fingers through her hair, cringed when her sweaty fingers tugged at a few knots, and tried to make sense of the mess on her head.
She wasn’t very successful by the time the door slid open.
Throwing her hands down to her sides, Andrea stifled a yelp, taking a few steps back to see who had stormed through the room so roughly. What she beheld made her jaw slam shut.
Super didn’t appear to be enough for the level of attractiveness the man had. For a moment, Andrea believed that she had fallen over and hit her head, because the man who entered couldn’t possibly be real.
Dark locks of a curious shade of chestnut fell over his head in an unruly tussle that would’ve looked bad on anyone else. His skin was a deep shade of tan and his eyes were narrow but impressive with their stare. He was built like a swimmer beneath the white lab coat he wore, broad shoulders and slim hips over powerful legs appearing through the slit of the billowing white fabric.
Andrea would’ve kept staring, if she didn’t realize he had looked at her once before walking away. He sauntered off and disappeared behind another door within the room and for a moment, Andrea wasn’t sure whether or not to follow.
She didn’t have to wait long before he returned, ducked his head out and glared at her.
“Do you mind? I’ve got a lot of things to do.”
Andrea sputtered, “I… uh… what?”
He didn’t wait for her to catch up, because he was disappearing behind the door again, this time leaving it open. Andrea blinked several times before stumbling after, hurrying behind him and shutting the door behind her.
The room they entered in was tall, covered in all kinds of mechanical things that Andrea wasn’t sure she could name. It would have been dark save several high windows that were covered in a thin film of a curtain. The light of day filtered in gray pillars of filtered light, bouncing off some of the metal works around them.
The man stepped close to a large desk within the room, rolling the sleeves of his coat up to his elbows before he began rummaging within a drawer. He pulled out a long notepad and slapped it on the desk.
When he glanced up at her, it was in that same glare. It didn’t occur to her of their shade until she caught the color beneath the light of a nearby window. They were a deep shade of… violet?
“Are you going to stand there?” he spoke, his voice gruff, low, and annoyed.
“Or are you going to get to work?”
Andrea felt a jolt through her body and she hurried to close in the space between her and the desk. He motioned to the notepad on the desk with his chin as he tugged his hands in his pockets.
“You’ll be using that to take your orders. I don’t care much on how you write it out, so long as you get your work done.”
Just like that?
To her relief, there was a mirror over the waiting area of this office, and so Andrea took it upon herself to soften the blow.
The image in the mirror was less than pleasing to the eye. Hurriedly, Andrea stood before it and began to straighten her clothes and ponder at the stain on her blouse.
For a moment she considered unbuttoning a couple of the buttons, hoping that it would disguise the stain, but it would certainly expose the robust figure of her chest—the size of her breasts usually was a curse when making first impressions. Not that she was huge or anything, but she was aware of her endowment —and probably leave her with an odd first impression.
After a moment, she undid one button and felt satisfied that the stain was better hidden and her cleavage not as apparent. Her hair was another ill factor.
She had tied the long strawberry blonde locks of her hair into a loose bun behind her head, letting a few strands of her hair to frame her face. But now, her cheeks looked overly rounded, her dark blue eyes looked far too big and her forehead far too large.
Groaning, she yanked the rubber holding her hair back and let her hair down. She ran her fingers through her hair, cringed when her sweaty fingers tugged at a few knots, and tried to make sense of the mess on her head.
She wasn’t very successful by the time the door slid open.
Throwing her hands down to her sides, Andrea stifled a yelp, taking a few steps back to see who had stormed through the room so roughly. What she beheld made her jaw slam shut.
Super didn’t appear to be enough for the level of attractiveness the man had. For a moment, Andrea believed that she had fallen over and hit her head, because the man who entered couldn’t possibly be real.
Dark locks of a curious shade of chestnut fell over his head in an unruly tussle that would’ve looked bad on anyone else. His skin was a deep shade of tan and his eyes were narrow but impressive with their stare. He was built like a swimmer beneath the white lab coat he wore, broad shoulders and slim hips over powerful legs appearing through the slit of the billowing white fabric.
Andrea would’ve kept staring, if she didn’t realize he had looked at her once before walking away. He sauntered off and disappeared behind another door within the room and for a moment, Andrea wasn’t sure whether or not to follow.
She didn’t have to wait long before he returned, ducked his head out and glared at her.
“Do you mind? I’ve got a lot of things to do.”
Andrea sputtered, “I… uh… what?”
He didn’t wait for her to catch up, because he was disappearing behind the door again, this time leaving it open. Andrea blinked several times before stumbling after, hurrying behind him and shutting the door behind her.
The room they entered in was tall, covered in all kinds of mechanical things that Andrea wasn’t sure she could name. It would have been dark save several high windows that were covered in a thin film of a curtain. The light of day filtered in gray pillars of filtered light, bouncing off some of the metal works around them.
The man stepped close to a large desk within the room, rolling the sleeves of his coat up to his elbows before he began rummaging within a drawer. He pulled out a long notepad and slapped it on the desk.
When he glanced up at her, it was in that same glare. It didn’t occur to her of their shade until she caught the color beneath the light of a nearby window. They were a deep shade of… violet?
“Are you going to stand there?” he spoke, his voice gruff, low, and annoyed.
“Or are you going to get to work?”
Andrea felt a jolt through her body and she hurried to close in the space between her and the desk. He motioned to the notepad on the desk with his chin as he tugged his hands in his pockets.
“You’ll be using that to take your orders. I don’t care much on how you write it out, so long as you get your work done.”
Just like that?
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