Thread: On site action (Niah & Zeeman)

Amanda Walker gave a small cough as sawdust drifted upwards and into her face. She had inhaled at an impromptu moment, accidentally causing her to swallow the powder like substance. Sweetie, I told you not to get too close to the workers when they're sanding. An older man called to her. It was with such skill that Mr. Walker was able to identify his daughter's sneezes, that he hadn't even bothered to look up from the blueprints that were settled upon the kitchen sideboard when speaking to her. You could end up getting hurt. He added, before continuing to scribble some notes down. Don't worry dad, I've been here long enough to know how to handle myself around large equipment . It was a good job that her father was so consumed with looking at his blueprints. Because if he had actually been paying full attention to his daughter, he may have noticed how her eyes glanced in the direction of his contractor when she uttered the last two words. The only good thing about being dragged to her father's work site on a regular basis was James. The older male was rugged, fourteen years her senior and had caught her eye on the very first day. Amanda's father was a property tycoon and was currently investing a lot of money to build a line of new condos overlooking the seafront. For such an extensive development he had chosen to hire James as his contractor. Amanda's deep brown eyes scanned over the older male, as she stood in the unfinished kitchen of one of the condos. There were workers everywhere, installing electrics, sanding down banisters, fixing in doors. This collection of homes still had a month or so left until completion, her father was hoping to get them rented or sold by the summer. Amanda began leaning against the marble kitchen island, watching the contractor intently. There was something attractive about men when they were working hard labor like this, the glistening sweat, the way their arms flexed when picking up heavy objects. Any woman would feel like she'd died and gone to heaven. The patio doors still hadn't been put in yet and so a slight breeze drifted through the house. It whipped at her lightly flamed coloured hair, which had been left loose, allowing it to cascade past her shoulders. Finally her father looked up from his work and tutted. Amanda, how many times do I have to tell you? Hair needs tying back on a work site, it's health and safety. He moaned, before heading towards the living room to see if the light fixtures had been fitted yet. The twenty-two year old ventured over to James, noticing a pencil in his shirt pocket. Mind if I borrow this? She asked, her tone subtly flirtatious. Amanda plucked it from his clothing and reached behind her head. She began twirling her red locks around it and then embedded the pencil firmly once she was done, a makeshift messy bun. Her father was always going on about health and safety, so much so that she was forced to have safety boots on as well. Though she chose to make them look better by wearing a pair of skinny jeans and a tight fitting vest. All of which showed off her petite but nicely curved frame. Her backside was like two perfect peaches and her breasts were supple and perky but not overly large. She stood at only five foot five and had milky white skin, which contrasted with her vivid hair. Any jobs I can help out with? I'm pretty good with my hands. Amanda asked James with a smile.