To Breathe Again

Chapter 4 - Building Chemistry

Grant's POV

Today I'm meetin' back up with that beautiful flower, Michelle. I've been thinkin' 'bout her for the last few days. I haven't had a chance to talk to Trent or Sammy 'bout her yet. We've all been busy, and I didn't want to say anythin' until I knew for sure she was who I expected her to be. One day ain't enough to know for sure. I wonder 'bout what Chess told me 'bout her step-dad and other stuff that's gone on in her life. I wonder 'bout her kid's dad and what the story is there. I've painted probably 900 different scenarios in my head, so much so that it feels like it's ready to spin off.

I pulled into the main parkin' area of Chess' manufacturing company. They got multiple buildings, includin' the admin one where Michelle and Chess' offices are. I'm 'bout to head in that direction when I look up and see somethin' that stops me in my tracks. In front of me is a woman turned away from me, wearin' blue jeans and a red shirt. That ass can sit on my lap any day. To make it that much better, she's wearin' cowboy boots over the bottoms of those delicious skinny jeans, though she's anythin' but skinny. She's not huge but just the right size and, mmmmm, those curves. Her hair is long and bein' blown around in the wind as she appears to be talkin' on a cell phone. I'm 'bout to walk around her when she turns around and we meet eyes. Holy fuck! That's why I was enjoyin' that ass, it's Michelle! She seems oblivious to my eyes devourin' her curvy body and simply smiles and waves at me.

As I walk over to her, she reaches her hand out to shake mine. I can't wait to touch her soft skin, so I don't even hesitate to take her hand in mine. "It's good to see you again, Grant. Would you like to walk over to the new site and go through some of your plans?" She asks me as I continue to stare at her like an idiot. Before I make more of a fool of myself, I answer her question in the affirmative and ask her to lead the way. She leads me over to an empty field and I take a look around. It looks like a good spot, but we'll need some dirt work done. As I explain this to her, she writes down furiously on her tablet. It's cute. Cute! What the fuck? When do I start thinkin' things, or women, are cute!? "Ok, I think I have a good understandin', do you wanna go inside to talk through the scheduling?" she says as she starts to head in the direction of her office. I agree and walk with 'er, though I would prefer walkin' behind 'er.

As we walk through the buildin', I see a few guys lean back a little in their chairs to watch 'er ass sway. I want to glare at 'em, or more preferably beat the fuck out of 'em, but I behave myself. This is Chess' business and I would never do anythin' to cause him any trouble if I can help it. At one point, I can't help myself though. As we continue walkin', one scrawny little pissant is leanin' a little too far for my likin' and starin' a might too long, so I casually and stealthily pull the back of his chair just a might further than he was expectin' it to go and down he went, chair and all. It was awesome! Michelle turned, surprised, and ran back to the 'lil fucker. "Oh my God, Clifton. Are you ok? Did your chair break?" She's leanin' down to help him pick up his chair. Rather than answerin' her, he's staring down at her breasts that you can just see the tops of on the v-neck of her red company T-shirt. I growl just enough for him to hear me as I'm standin' just to the side of 'em and he jumps.

"Oh no. I just got caught on a cable, Ms. Garcia. S-sorry 'bout that," he answers quickly, red flowin' over his face.

Michelle has no idea he's checkin' her out and simply replies, "Oh ok. Well, do be careful. You sure you're ok?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm sure. Um, thanks," he replies, pullin' himself back under his desk and fully back into his cubicle. Damn straight you're ok. Lucky fer you I'm ain't in the mood to pummel you into the ground you 'lil shit. I realize I'm still glarin' at him when Michelle catches my eye. She looks at me a bit confused but then shakes it off and continues on her way. I follow, tryin' to be less of a dick.

We walk into 'er office and I tell 'er all the plans I have. Her questions are spot on and she knows what she's talkin' 'bout, which surprises me. "Have ya worked in construction before?" I ask her.

"No, nothing like that. I just flipped a couple of houses a while back, so I had to learn some of this the hard way. Nothing better than throwing away two grand by hiring contractors that didn't know what they were doing. Like really? Purple drywall means moisture resistant, and that guy tried using it on my entire house. Uh. I couldn't return it either because he had already cut it all up before realizing that he was pulling from the wrong stack." I laughed at her frustration and told her I understood. "I learned how to tile, drywall, paint, caulk, sand, tape and float, all the fun things," she laughed out while I just fell deeper and deeper for this gem of a woman.

She then flipped her PC around where she had brought up plans for the R&D room. She moved walls and stacks around the CAD drawing like it was second nature. "Aren't you the CFO?" I asked, unsure of why she was overseein' this project.

Smilin' and shakin' 'er head, she says, "Yeah, well, I'm also the only one here that knows anything about construction and also the only one in admin with a background in I.T. as well, so here I am." she smiled back at me as I nodded in understandin'. This woman is insanely perfect! Are you kiddin' me? My bitch of an ex-girlfriend had not only messed with pullin' me apart from my buddies but also tried helpin' me with my business. She told me she knew all of this and that but in the end she just messed everythin' up. This woman, on the other hand, blows off her knowledge like it's no big deal. She's brilliant and humble 'bout it which is such a breath of fresh air.

"Well maybe you can teach me a thing or two. I get aggravated with my phone and it ends up bein' tossed out in the lake. You have no idea how many I've had to replace." She laughs at my confession and shakes her head. I laugh back at 'er, not mindin' that I've told 'er that I am basically a technological idiot.

We talk further 'bout the R&D room needs and she mentions how high the security measures need to be. A light goes off immediately and I think this is the perfect opportunity for Trent to get to know 'er. I'll wait a little longer to bring it up, but now that I'm aware of her security needs, when the time comes for that piece of the puzzle, I'll be able to get 'em together. It seems like everythin' is beginnin' to align and I am most definitely lookin' forward to tha ride.