Post by Samantha Roberts on Sept 20, 2010 13:14:23 GMT -5
She really shouldn't be here.
That was the one thing that kept flying through Samantha's mind from the time she'd gotten off the plane to the very moment the cab had pulled up outside this motorcycle shop. The poor man inside had NO clue that she was even in the area and she was probably the last person on earth he'd ever dream of waltzing through his front door. Not that they weren't friends or anything but... LA was quiet a ways from New Orleans and it wasn't like they made a point of dropping in on each other unannounced.
After all, she was his lawyer and it didn't signify that they'd once set off the alarms of her building when they'd been to busy to notice that the system hadn't gotten shut down properly.
Yeah, talk about awkward trying to explain THAT one to the bosses.
Shaking her head at the memory, Sammie Roberts pushed open the door of the cab and stepped out into the cool, New Orleans breeze. Although it was Febuary, the southern climate keep it fairly warm and there was no real need for winter clothing. Pulling her suitcase from the back of the vehicle, she quickly paid the driver and then watched as it drove off before squaring her shoulders and turning back to the building.
"Well, here goes nothing!" she thought to herself, starting forward.
Just as she was about to open the front door, the sound of loud swearing caught her attention and she smiled at the familiar voice. Thank god.. He was here after all. No one could swear a blue streak like Trey when he thought there wasn't a lady to hear.
Leaving her suitcase just outside the office door, Sam moved forward until she could peek into the open garage door. What she saw was an orderly shop with tools, bikes and a man with grease all over himself bending over one. Bitting her lip against a laugh that threatened to bubble up, the dark haired beauty leaned on the door frame and watched him for a moment.
Finally, unable to help herself any longer, she called out.
"You know.... I'm not sure but.. I think that grease is actually suppose to go on the bike.... Not the mechanic!"
That was the one thing that kept flying through Samantha's mind from the time she'd gotten off the plane to the very moment the cab had pulled up outside this motorcycle shop. The poor man inside had NO clue that she was even in the area and she was probably the last person on earth he'd ever dream of waltzing through his front door. Not that they weren't friends or anything but... LA was quiet a ways from New Orleans and it wasn't like they made a point of dropping in on each other unannounced.
After all, she was his lawyer and it didn't signify that they'd once set off the alarms of her building when they'd been to busy to notice that the system hadn't gotten shut down properly.
Yeah, talk about awkward trying to explain THAT one to the bosses.
Shaking her head at the memory, Sammie Roberts pushed open the door of the cab and stepped out into the cool, New Orleans breeze. Although it was Febuary, the southern climate keep it fairly warm and there was no real need for winter clothing. Pulling her suitcase from the back of the vehicle, she quickly paid the driver and then watched as it drove off before squaring her shoulders and turning back to the building.
"Well, here goes nothing!" she thought to herself, starting forward.
Just as she was about to open the front door, the sound of loud swearing caught her attention and she smiled at the familiar voice. Thank god.. He was here after all. No one could swear a blue streak like Trey when he thought there wasn't a lady to hear.
Leaving her suitcase just outside the office door, Sam moved forward until she could peek into the open garage door. What she saw was an orderly shop with tools, bikes and a man with grease all over himself bending over one. Bitting her lip against a laugh that threatened to bubble up, the dark haired beauty leaned on the door frame and watched him for a moment.
Finally, unable to help herself any longer, she called out.
"You know.... I'm not sure but.. I think that grease is actually suppose to go on the bike.... Not the mechanic!"