Who: Manda Lofton & Andrew Fuller (Rajah & The Baker) What: After a long, crappy day... Manda needs a little pick-me-up. When: Thursday evening sometime Where: Andrew's bakery, to start. Rating: Not for virgin eyes. Possibly rated S for smut.
After a day that had made her want to tear her hair out, Manda needed someone to calm her down. She'd stormed out of work a few hours early, fed up with getting fish dumped on her head and everything that had happened since. Some bastard had keyed her car, too. Fucking perfect. Thankfully, Andrew had responded to her texts. He always had a way of making her feel better.
Of course she'd gone straight home to shower after the fish incident, so she smelled clean and fresh, like the mango bodywash she'd bought recently, an excellent purchase in her mind. The faint fruity smell clung to her body, but even as she sat around her apartment in her towel, she was still stressed and wired. Andrew couldn't have chosen a better time to invite her over to the bakery. Normally, a cookie or two would be sufficient to brighten her mood, but he'd been a bit more...forward with his texts. The thought alone helped brighten her mood.
Dressed in chocolate brown capri pants, kitten heels and a turquoise halter top that brought out the color of her eyes -- convincing herself that she'd just 'thrown on whatever was comfortable,' Manda got in her jeep and made her way to the bakery. Closing time was nearly a half hour ago, and when she walked in past the door with the CLOSED sign hanging on the glass, she saw just what she hoped to find -- Andrew, inside, wiping flour off the countertops and covered in flour himself. Hand on one hip, she walked up to the counter where he was working, and intentionally invaded his personal space. If there was anything Manda was good at, it was demanding the attention of others.