Thread: The Girl from Haven (Skye Pilot & Love)

Amber took his hand for the offered shake, after shaking off her own flopped hesitation. It was a gesture she had not anticipated so it caught herself a little off-guard. The physical contact, no matter how formal, put heated butterflies into her chest. They fluttered over her skin singing hymns of nervousness, while knowing it was a masquerade for the attractiveness she felt for him. She gathered herself up on the outside though, ensuring that he saw nothing but a girl who had been ascribed for business. Her smile was kind when she acknowledged his name. and I am Amber. Of course she would take his lead into discovering the work he had for her to do, so when he suggested tea, she nodded and followed him deeper into the mansion. I have only been with Haven for a few days, she answered. Amber followed slightly behind, and was thankful for the privacy from his gaze. It would have been hard to hide the uncertainty she felt at sharing such information. She did not understand Haven enough to feel at liberty with details. Yes, you are my first client. She opted for a direct answer, offering no further information. Maybe he would catch the clue and suspect that she was the un-social type? At least he now knew that pebbles did not graciously fall into his hands when prodding her dirt Amber expected to see the lavish hallway with rich paintings, lovely vases, and expensive sculptures. You cannot just enter a mansion and not expect to see such dcor! In fact, she did secretly admire the near glass-wall where one could see out over the estate. It made you feel as though you were taking a pleasant stroll through a natural garden. But what she did not expect to see was a kitchen of such grand magnitude. Who needed a kitchen like this?! He obviously did a lot of entertaining on his estate because the kitchen was large enough to house many servants comfortably while cooking to feed a multitude of people. She felt a little small while her ass slipped onto the barstool he indicated. Her skirt was almost so short that it wouldnt give her that soft barrier between skin and polished wood. One heel hooked behind a bar supporting two feet of the stool, while the ball of her other shoe rested on another. Amber carefully put her small purse onto the surface before her and watched Julian gather up some tea bags. Would he want her to work in the kitchen? Most likely, this is why he had brought her into this room. But as he spoke she couldnt help but stir the mystery even more within her imagination. Personal? Intimate? A corner of her mouth lifted into a smile. What? You want me to clean your toilet or something? As he offered the cup of tea she allowed her imagination to trail off. Intimate could be thought of as secret, could it not? Maybe he wanted her to get rid of some hot documents that proved he had dipped his hands into some illegal junk. Afterall, how could someone be as young as him and so rich at the same time without tramping around the law? Shhhhit!!.... It started as a pained hissbut eventually formed into that lovely curse. The hot water splashed all over her hand! She about jumped from the stool so senselessly that, if the counter had not have been near to balance her, she would have had to put up a fight just to keep from falling. Damn heels. Amber shook her hand quickly, trying to shake off the pain. Problem is, the pain just got a little bit worse as her skin turned red from the hot irritation. By this time Julian was leading her over to a sink. She felt anger towards him at firstso clumsy of him! However she quickly reeled it in and allowed him to pull her hand under the cool water of the faucet. it is ok! She exclaimed, a little shaken. It is nothing. Amber suddenly had a vision of Julian calling the Haven and telling them she had been injured and couldnt work for him. That was all she needed was for the Haven to think she was worthless! Amber pulled her hand back, out of the water, and cupped it with her other hand. She gave him a meek smile, It will be alright. It scared me more than anything. It is already going away.