Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Handywoman

G!P Lauren

Y/N's POV
My boss had gotten a call that a person in upper Miami needed help with building and organizing a whole living room. Of course him being the lazy ass he is, sends me out to do it. I grabbed my tool kit and put my hair up. I grabbed the keys to our company's truck and drove the hour and a half drive to upper Miami.
Once at the address, I double checked and grabbed my toolbox, walking up to the door and knocking.
The door opened revealing a raven haired beauty. "Hi, you must be Lauren." She nodded her head and for a brief second her eyes scanned up and down my body. "I thought you were going to be a guy." I scoffed. "Why? You disappointed? You can take that up with my boss, I'm just here to do my job." I rolled my eyes at her and her nose flared as she let me inside. The interior of the house seemed very welcoming.
"Do you mind showing me what I'll be working on, or are you going to leave me to figure it out?" I looked at her. She was angry and I just fed into that, which made me smirk. "This way." Her voice was raspy, which sent chills down my spine. I followed her into what was supposed to be the living room and saw a box on the ground.
I bent over to grab the box and I felt as her eyes went from glaring daggers into my head to staring at my ass.
I smirked as I grabbed the box and sat in the middle of the room, on my knees.
I let my hair down and let it fall to my waist. She cleared her throat and walked out of the room, upstairs. I rolled my eyes at that and started working.
I was making a couch that had five seats in one. I grabbed my measuring tape and measured the distance of the cushions and compared it to the space that the room had, subtracting the space needed for the rest of the objects and furrowed my eyebrows. 'Either this girl is stupid, or she is not good at furnishing.' I thought. "Uhmm, Miss Jauregui?" I searched for her outside of the living room. Nothing.
I sighed, knowing I would have to go and find her in this huge house.
I went up the stairs and started searching. I froze when I heard her voice from the end of the hall. "She's so fucking hot Dinah, but she's got a mouth on her." I heard her raspy voice speak. I tried not to eves drop but it was so hard!
"Her ass is so-Ugh! It gets me hard just thinking about it!" I squeezed my thighs together.
I got the courage to knock on the door when it was silent. "Miss Jauregui?" The door opened after a moment and there she stood. "What is it? I'm on a call." She said, sounding quite annoyed.
"Well excuse me. I was just wondering if you were stupid because that couch will not fit in that living room." She glared at me, as her nose flared. "Excuse me? What did you just say?" I glared right back up at her. "You heard me." She grabbed my wrist and dragged me downstairs and into the living room. "Prove it." She said.
I grabbed my tape measure and got on my hands and knees once again. I measured the space of the cushions. "Twelve." I said aloud as I moved to measure the space that the room had left. "Nine." I said and looked up at her. Her lip was between her teeth and I could feel the sexual tension in the air. A slight dent in her jeans as she looked down at me. "Twelve was right." Her voice said.
I looked at her weirdly. "Will it fit?" She looked at my thighs as she spoke and I gulped.
"Why don't we find out?" She licked her lips and grabbed my wrist, dragging me upstairs.
Once that bedroom door shut, I knew I'd be getting more than a 5 dollar tip.