Chapter 1: Introduction
I remember the first time my blood really started pumping when I entered the woodshop. Allyson stood proud like a goddess over a half-finished mahogany desk. The sunlight filtering through the grubby windows danced across her, igniting a golden aura around her short, fiery curls. Her big, green eyes shone with vivacity and amusement as her gaze roved over me, taking all of me in from my greasy-from-the-move hair to my worn-out sneakers.
I gulped, trying to seem professional, but the more our eyes met, the more I felt my cheeks burning.
'"So, I heard you're my new apprentice,"' she teased, pressing her painted, full lips together in a barely contained smile.
'"Uh, yes, I'm Oscar,"' I stammered softly, then cleared my throat and continued in a slightly firmer tone. ''I'm very excited to be working with you, ma'am.
I've heard so much about your work,"' I said, unable to resist a glance at her swelling bosom. She wore a snug tee underneath her overalls, the hem riding up every time she reached for a tool, revealing slices of milky skin. I forced myself to look back at her face and found her staring at me, an amused glint in her eyes.
'"Oscar, call me Allyson. And it's nice to have you here. I can teach you a lot,"' she assured me, handing me a faded blueprint.
''Let's start with this bookcase. Pay attention to the detailing and the smooth finish."'
As I took the blueprint, my finger brushed against hers, and a shiver raced down my spine. I looked up and was ensnared by her enchanting gaze. I forced a smile and nodded, then made my way to an empty workbench by the window. She followed me, placing a hand on my shoulder as I assembled the jigsaw.
'"You'll find everything you need in the toolshed.
Just remember, craftsmanship is all about precision, so really take the time to measure everything."' I could feel her sultry voice vibrating through my body. I nodded eagerly and turned away to gather the necessary materials.
'"We're going to start with some basic cuts. I want you to make sure they're perfectly even."' Allyson positioned herself behind me and reached around my torso to demonstrate a technique, her voluptuous figure pressed against me, igniting a spark of fire in my veins. I shivered involuntarily, my breath hitching in my throat.
I could feel Allyson's warmth permeating through my shirt, her creamy breasts mashed against my back. Her gaze lingered on the nape of my neck, making me yearn for her touch.
'"You're doing great, Oscar,"' she whispered, her husky voice rattling in my ear. An avalanche of emotions crashed through me - confusion, attraction, and anger at my sudden weakness.
'"Allyson..."' I breathed, turning towards her, thoroughly lost in her striking emerald eyes.