held between the portable office and the supply room where most company-owned tools were stored. They dragged in, coffee cups in hand…some with cigarettes, others a donut. Questions were asked, inventory taken, and needed material written down for purchase mid-morning.
Mundane at best, but would’ve been better with her.
Shit was always bound to delay a project of this size. These morning talks, while annoying, gave me direction. Told me where I’d spend my day getting them caught up.
Twenty minutes and a few non-committal grunts later, the masses took off with me following the drywall installers today.
Throughout the day, I helped out where I was needed; plastering three units to help them finish the seventeenth floor, with the added bonus that I got to watch them work. Cataloging their ethics, I compared them and their skill level to that of the rest of the crews that worked for the company.
Stealthily, I scanned the areas where the heaviest work was being done. Some were great at their trade, some were shit.
I’d rectify that soon, even if I had to bring in some new blood to step on some toes.
It was on that Friday at three that Janelle graced me with her presence. She flew into the parking lot, the engine of her beast of a truck rumbling loudly as she pulled up beside my truck. It’d been just my luck that I’d come downstairs to help Mario and Kevin unload the shipment of granite countertops that’d come in. This was to be used on the lobby’s concierge area. While this may be a hotel on the lower-level floors, it doubled as a high-rise for the rich of Orlando.
No expenses were spared on this project, and the cost of the three slabs we needed to unload proved just that.
“Fuck, this shit is heavy,” Kevin groaned, his hands placed on the end of the granite still inside the delivery truck. Slowly, he and the delivery man inside began to push the slab closer to the truck’s edge where we waited to take hold and lower it to the ground. Granite was fucking sensitive and broke with an ease that scared most that handled the rock.
“Quit bitching,” I hissed through clenched teeth, taking hold of the pricy piece between Mario and myself and helped pull it out some more. Almost half out the pick-up. Heavy as balls.
“I pay enough not to get dirty!” he yelled back while flipping me off. Again, asshole.
“You don’t pay enough!” I was on the unfortunate team on the ground receiving and holding the granite upright while he and the driver came down to help. They took their sweet ass time. “And hurry the fuck up.”
“Bite me, bitch…” Kevin trailed off, his eyes looking over toward the temporary parking area.
“I’m just not into you,” Mario interjected before I could reply, but then again my eyes were already focused on my girl. Janelle fucking Walker.
Watched as she got out of the car in slow motion.
Jesus, could she be any sexier?
“Pay attention, Romeo,” Kevin hissed out suddenly from up top. The slab was right on the edge, just a foot or three inside the truck for support.
At that moment I could give a flying fuck if it broke. Janelle, my little dark angel, began to shimmy her body to the very edge of her seat. Her body, encased in a sexy little red wrap dress, hoped down from her car. Body bouncing, her tits jiggled as her stiletto-clad feet touched the ground.
Enticing.
Beautiful.
I was more than screwed.
It was official; I was hers to command.
“We’re coming down.” Kevin’s loud timbre broke through my crazy, sexy, bitch-induced fog.
“Peachy,” I called back and licked my lips. A bead of sweat fell down my neck and followed the path down until it reached the waistband of my jeans. A slow caress that at the moment didn’t help my situation one bit. “Get down here.”
Then she walked closer, and from the corner of my eye I spied her looking us over and then stopping those gorgeous hazel eyes on me. Watching me. Tempting me to sin.
“You break it, you
Mundane at best, but would’ve been better with her.
Shit was always bound to delay a project of this size. These morning talks, while annoying, gave me direction. Told me where I’d spend my day getting them caught up.
Twenty minutes and a few non-committal grunts later, the masses took off with me following the drywall installers today.
Throughout the day, I helped out where I was needed; plastering three units to help them finish the seventeenth floor, with the added bonus that I got to watch them work. Cataloging their ethics, I compared them and their skill level to that of the rest of the crews that worked for the company.
Stealthily, I scanned the areas where the heaviest work was being done. Some were great at their trade, some were shit.
I’d rectify that soon, even if I had to bring in some new blood to step on some toes.
It was on that Friday at three that Janelle graced me with her presence. She flew into the parking lot, the engine of her beast of a truck rumbling loudly as she pulled up beside my truck. It’d been just my luck that I’d come downstairs to help Mario and Kevin unload the shipment of granite countertops that’d come in. This was to be used on the lobby’s concierge area. While this may be a hotel on the lower-level floors, it doubled as a high-rise for the rich of Orlando.
No expenses were spared on this project, and the cost of the three slabs we needed to unload proved just that.
“Fuck, this shit is heavy,” Kevin groaned, his hands placed on the end of the granite still inside the delivery truck. Slowly, he and the delivery man inside began to push the slab closer to the truck’s edge where we waited to take hold and lower it to the ground. Granite was fucking sensitive and broke with an ease that scared most that handled the rock.
“Quit bitching,” I hissed through clenched teeth, taking hold of the pricy piece between Mario and myself and helped pull it out some more. Almost half out the pick-up. Heavy as balls.
“I pay enough not to get dirty!” he yelled back while flipping me off. Again, asshole.
“You don’t pay enough!” I was on the unfortunate team on the ground receiving and holding the granite upright while he and the driver came down to help. They took their sweet ass time. “And hurry the fuck up.”
“Bite me, bitch…” Kevin trailed off, his eyes looking over toward the temporary parking area.
“I’m just not into you,” Mario interjected before I could reply, but then again my eyes were already focused on my girl. Janelle fucking Walker.
Watched as she got out of the car in slow motion.
Jesus, could she be any sexier?
“Pay attention, Romeo,” Kevin hissed out suddenly from up top. The slab was right on the edge, just a foot or three inside the truck for support.
At that moment I could give a flying fuck if it broke. Janelle, my little dark angel, began to shimmy her body to the very edge of her seat. Her body, encased in a sexy little red wrap dress, hoped down from her car. Body bouncing, her tits jiggled as her stiletto-clad feet touched the ground.
Enticing.
Beautiful.
I was more than screwed.
It was official; I was hers to command.
“We’re coming down.” Kevin’s loud timbre broke through my crazy, sexy, bitch-induced fog.
“Peachy,” I called back and licked my lips. A bead of sweat fell down my neck and followed the path down until it reached the waistband of my jeans. A slow caress that at the moment didn’t help my situation one bit. “Get down here.”
Then she walked closer, and from the corner of my eye I spied her looking us over and then stopping those gorgeous hazel eyes on me. Watching me. Tempting me to sin.
“You break it, you
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