Come Closer

3.

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   Just as the words run through my mind, I hear the front desk bell ring.

   Shit.

   "Welcome to The Jule, what can I do for you today?" I greet the young woman at the counter.

   I see her mouth move but I don't hear a word as I am simply stunned by her beauty.

  Dark chocolatey skin, pouring from her shirt like Hershey syrup. Her straight brown hair is smoothly pulled back into a low bun. And he her lips are a glossy, natural pink. Here lashes are long, hovering over light brown almond eyes that almost peer through me.

   "Uh... huh?"

   "I'm the electrician you called for." She says with raised eyebrows.

"Electrician?" I question as I look her over with a skeptical raise of my brow.

She squints her eyes and I realize my words might be rude.

"Oh! Right, of course!" I say once I recall why she is here. "You're kinda' early aren't you?"

"Yeah, I wasn't that busy this mornin' so I thought I would get this work order done sooner." She smiles politely.

Her voice is so melodious. It's light and sweet like her throat is made of church bells, tolling me into a trance.

"I see. Well, thanks for coming." I smile softly before extending a hand to shake. "I'm Jules."

"Sasha." She says as she shakes my hand gingerly.

Sasha.

So pretty, just like her.

"Uh- if you'll follow me, I'll show you where we are having most of our electrical issues." I stammer out before guiding her through the employee lounge and into the garage.

"The light switches in this lounge tend to have a delay when we turn them on and the garage door buttons spark before giving out on you completely." I inform her as we approach the garage's electrical panel. "It usual starts working again by the end of the night, though."

"I see." She says with knitted brows as she sweeps the area with her eyes. "Sounds like you have some wiring issues. Somethin' could be crossed or maybe some rodents have gotten to it. I'll see what I can find."

I take a step back and tuck my hands into my pockets to watch as she sets down her equipment bag before pulling open the panel door. She's wearing loose fitting, cargo pant and a tight red-company polo shirt; her hour glass shape enticing any looker to put there hands on her waist.

At this point, it's hard to tell what she might be labeling herself as; is she straight or is she a lesbian?

Regardless, she is still interesting.

"Is there something else?" She asks once she catches me ogling.

"Oh, u-uh, no. Just shout if you need me for anything." I tell her before turning on my heels and going to find Buddy.

I find him in a corner of the garage, pretending to clean some wrenches as he stares longingly at Sasha. It's fair to assume that he's been staring since she stepped through the door.

"Blink and close your mouth, dude, you look like a creep." I tell him as I, too, pretend to clean some wrenches with a spare rag.

"Man, she's hot." He states without looking away from the girl.