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Em POV.
We all left the house and walked to work. We must look like some sort of human bus! I mused as Rosalie and I were 'dropped off' first at the garage. My mind started playing, "The wheels on the bus go 'roun and 'round..."
I noticed that her garage was old, an antique, but it had character. The big blue sliding doors looked heavy so I stepped in to open them once Rosalie had unlocked them. She slipped inside to turn on the lights while I hauled the doors open.
Once I'd done that, I entered the garage and saw that it looked quite manly for a garage that was owned by such a beautiful woman. Rosalie had vanished to somewhere so I took a walk around. The place was quite small, you'd probably only fit four cars in here at the most, I guessed. In the far right corner I spotted a huge brown comfy looking sofa which had a sink and trashcan next to it. Note to self, try the sofa out later!! I walked past it and made it full circle as I stood by the front entrance.
I spotted some movement to my right and noticed that there was an office beyond the black door. There was a small window where I could vaguely see Rosalie's silhouette moving around behind the thin drapes.
I walked into the office and saw Rosalie sat behind the desk that was on the right side of the room. I closed the door and looked to my left, only to find another big comfy looking sofa. I could feel the grin on my face as I studied to sofa, guessing how many hours I could spend there fast asleep in comfort.
Rosalie's voice soon snapped me out of my reverie as I heard her ask, "Do you like what you've seen so far?" If only she knew what that sentence meant to me! I guess she's talking about the garage, and not herself…I debated, then answered "It's great, it's got a homely feel to it."
I walked over to the sofa and sat down. My body melted into the soft cushions, and I let out a satisfied sigh. I could hear Rosalie's beautiful laughter from the other side of the room, and then her voice as she said playfully, "Ohhh no you don't Mr, you are here to work, not to lounge!"
"Why don't you join me for a few minutes before you start cracking the whip?" I asked playfully while patting the seat next to me. I saw her roll her eyes at me in submission and stray from her desk to come over to sit next to me.
"So what will I have to do today?" I asked curiously.
"Just do some menial tasks, nothing to hard for your first day. I don't want to wear you out before I get any good use from you." she teased.
"I can hold my own thank you." I defended myself as I stretched my legs out in front of me leisurely.
The phone rang loudly in the small office startling the both of us. Rosalie got up and sat behind the desk. She picked up the phone and I heard her say in a friendly tone, "Hello, Rose garage, how can I help?"
The conversation went on and I kept watching her. I watched as she picked up a pen and began absentmindedly sucking at the end of it. Best friend's sister, best friend's sister, best friend's sister! I chanted. My eyes were transfixed, they just wouldn't tare themselves away her, untill she started to roll her tongue around it. Give me strength!!
At that point I decided to just hide my head in my hands mainly for her safety. I looked back at up her when I heard her say goodbye and put the phone down. I thought I'd be safe. Damn her, was I wrong!! She was still sucking on the pen and had her legs up on the table as she leant back in her chair. I'm going to ravish her!! There's no way out!! I began planning it in my mind; I'll lock the door, carry her to this comfy sofa, lie her down and trail kisses from her neck right down to…
My plotting was cut short when I heard her curse. I looked up to see her with a disgusted look on her face. I began to panic, Damn, can she read minds...?
I watched as she quickly sat up and set the pen on the table, still looking revolted. "What's wrong Rose?" I asked nervously.
She looked back at me with a sheepish grin on her face, looking embarrassed. What the hell? Now I'm just confused!! She headed to the door without saying a word. As she opened the door, my question was answered. She stuck out her tongue at me which had turned blue from the ink that she'd managed to suck out.
I began to laugh on the sofa and was rewarded by a scathing look before she headed out the door. My laughter soon died down as my thoughts began to run raged again. If she can suck the ink through the top of that pen then…, best friend's sister, best friend's sister , best friend's sister!!! I chanted while pinching the back of my hand.
Minutes later, I had pinched the back of my hands so much that it'd turned bright red. Rosalie returned to the office and said as she shrugged her shoulders, "Those crappy pens are worthless; I hardly sucked it and the ink just," I watched her wave her hands and finish "spurt out." I swear that I could see a hint of a smile play on her lips as she said that.
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She soon directed me to the desk and made me her P.A. I was given the privilege of manning the phone and taking care of the appointment book. After an hour or so, I was getting the hang of it. By lunchtime, I was a pro!
I was busy looking at a 'How to be the most productive P.A' when I heard the door open. I finished the sentence that I was reading and looked up to see Rosalie leaning against the doorframe watching me with her arms crossed.
"Why are you smiling?" I asked, feeling a little uneasy.
"No reason, you just look at home there." She returned sounding pleased. "Lunch is ready by the way."
I soon followed her out to the front of the garage. The sun was shining down warmly onto a small wooden table that had 3 random, un-matching chairs around it. I noted the stack of sandwiches gratefully and then the three cups of coffee.
"Why are there three chairs?" I asked as I sat down and grabbed a sandwich.
"You'll see" she answered me with a happy smile on her face.
When I was halfway through my sandwich, and old guy started to make his way towards us. I could feel Rosalie's warm breath at my ear as she lent over to whisper, "That's Jack." I looked back at her, expecting her to say more, but that's all she said.
As the old guy got close enough to our table I stood up and extended my arm to shake his saying, "Hello sir, my names Emmett." The old guy looked me up and down, then for some reason looked at Rosalie. Finally he shook my hand and said in a weathered, friendly voice, "I'm Jack."
Soon after Jack sat down, the phone rang. I got up to answer it before Rosalie got the chance. I saw her go to get up, so I pushed her shoulder lightly, making her sit back down.
Before I got back to them I hid behind a wall, where I could hear snippets of their conversation. I heard Jack say, "You like this guy." his voice held no trace of questioning, he was stating a fact. Rosalie's voice broke their silence, "So what Jack? He'll be gone once they find whoever's bothering us, and Jasper will leave too." I could hear the sorrow in her voice.
I headed back to them, not wanting to eavesdrop any longer. In the mean time, Rosalie and I listened to Jack's old stories of how he opened the garage over 50 years ago, and how he knew that Rosalie was the only one that he trusted to take over his garage, while he smoked some cigarettes.
After nearly an hour of a lunch break, Rosalie stood up and declared, "I'm going back to work." I watched Jack look up appraisingly at Rosalie and say, "That's my girl." He and I soon stood as well and shook hands.
As he turned to leave, he threw the end of his fifth cigarette into the trashcan next to our 'lunch table'. Should he be doing that? I wondered as she shouted to Rosalie, "See you tomorrow Rose!" I could hear her shout from the garage, "Bye Jackie!"
I could hear Jack rambling to himself over Rosalie calling him Jackie as he walked away. I followed Rosalie in carrying our coffee mugs and plates. I started to wash up when I caught a movement to my side. I looked to see Rosalie taking pictures of me with her phone,doing the washing up. Great, now I looked whipped! I thought as I gave her a dirty look.
She just laughed back at me and said "Sorry! I just never thought I'd see the day!" Her laughter trailed away as she started to dry the dishes. I remembered my earlier query to myself then asked, "Rose, does Jack always chuck his cigarettes in the trash? I mean….what if it caught on fire?" Rosalie stood next to me nodding, but then said casually, "He's been doing it for years, and who am I to stop him?"
As she walked away I watched her as she called over her shoulder teasingly, "Don't worry, I'll protect you!!"
At five o'clock we closed up and sat outside the garage on a nearby wall, waiting for the other four so that we could all head home together.
How did you like Emmett being an office worker?? Hahaha!
Jaspers POV next methinks!! What will he make of working in a clothes store?? (Poor guy!)