Drawn To You (GirlxGirl)

Part 3

Allie's P.O.V

I pulled up outside the garage and stepped out of my black Range Rover. It was another sunny day and the heat felt like it was holding me in a tight hug.

Monday was the day I picked Mark up from his garage to go food shopping together at the local supermarket.

"Just finishing up love, take a seat" I heard Mark shouting over the loud noises coming from all the work being done on cars.

I looked down at the old, dusty sofa in the waiting area and instantly decided to stay on my feet.

I was wearing a white and light blue floaty summer dress, with white sandals and a silver necklace to complete the look. Standing here in this dirty garage in these clothes made me giggle to myself, my bright colourful dress against the dark and dirty walls of the garage made me look very out of place.

"Ok, done" Mark said as he and his colleague appeared from underneath the dark blue car they had been working on.

Both of them wore black helmets which had some kind of visor attached that came down over their faces to protect them from drilling or hammering or whatever it is that mechanics do.

Mark was the first to remove his helmet and he approached me with a smile before I stopped him by holding one finger up in front of him.

"Please don't get oil over my dress" I said, half joking, half not.

Mark laughed and nodded towards his colleague.

"This is the painter I was telling you about" Mark told me as his colleague approached us, their face still covered by the ugly looking visor.

The stranger stood next to Mark and removed their helmet.

The first thing I saw was thick waves of dark blonde hair floating perfectly as they fell onto the shoulders of my potential new employer. The next thing that grabbed my attention was the blue in their eyes, they reminded me of the blue you'd see in the ocean in a tropical country - clear, warm and like you want to spend your entire life staring into it. I wanted to, but I was brought back to shore from a quiet cough which I quickly realised was my husband trying to gain my attention.

"This is Jessie" he spoke, looking at me with a confused look on his face, probably wondering why I looked like I was already trying to stay frozen to the spot to be painted.

I don't know what I had been expecting hiding under that helmet but Jessie's hair and eyes and olive skin were the last things I thought I'd see.

I stood there staring at, actually I was studying, her face. It was ironic to me that this painter looked like she herself had been painted by the world's greatest artist.

Her flawless features were a total contrast to the dirty overalls she was wearing but she pulled it off effortlessly.

I was too busy taking in the sight of this beautiful stranger to notice that her hand was outstretched in front of me. Another not-so-subtle cough from Mark brought me back into the room again.

I felt my cheeks burn ever so slightly and I hoped they weren't turning pink in front of both of them. I reached out and took her hand in mine. Everything seemed to be in slow motion right now and I had no idea why. The way her long, dark eye lashes made her eyes pop every time she blinked, the way her hair seemed to fall perfectly every time she moved, her soft and cool skin in my slightly sweaty palm felt like the relief of an ice cold drink on the hottest day of the year. I had never seen beauty so obvious and yet so subtle at the same time.

"Hello, I'm Allie" I smiled while briefly shaking her hand.

Her eyes seemed to be studying me right back, probably wondering why her boss's wife was staring so intently at her.

I cleared my throat and released my hand from hers.

I wanted to speak to cut through the awkwardness I was feeling but in that moment, I couldn't remember how to normally communicate with another human being.

"So, Mark told me you're interested in the model post?" Jessie spoke and my body relaxed knowing I didn't have to speak first to break the silence.

She wasn't from around here, I could tell by her accent.

"Uh, yeah. I think so" I stuttered back.

"Of course she is, she's ready whenever you are" Mark spoke, cutting me off while leaning in to kiss my cheek.

He did that quite often, spoke for me. I usually hated it but right now I was glad he was speaking for me in a moment I couldn't find words.

"Here you go" Jessie said while holding out a small white card. "My number is on there, give me a ring and we'll organise a time for you to come into the studio to talk things through and figure out if we're both happy with the setup" she smiled softly at me after finishing her sentence.

"Sure, thanks" I looked down at the card as I spoke and by the time I looked back up, Jessie was replacing her mechanic helmet with a motorbike helmet.

The engine of her red motorbike roared like a lion before she took off down the street and out of sight.

Mark entered the small office of the garage to get the keys for locking up while I stood staring out onto the street where Jessie had just disappeared from.

I had so many questions. Why didn't Mark tell me the painter was a woman? Maybe he didn't know until this morning. Why was a woman working part-time in a garage? Why did I feel nervous around her? Was I feeling uneasy because my husband was now working alongside the prettiest woman I'd ever seen?

"Let's go babe" Mark interrupted my thoughts as he walked towards the garage door.

Mark spoke the entire way to the supermarket. I'm not entirely sure what about, I was too busy thinking about how much of a fool I'd just made of myself in front of someone who was potentially about to be my new boss.