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Angel at Work Ch. 1

By: MorningStar



As she pulled the car into the parking garage adjacent to the office building, Shannon started to fret about the meeting she was going to. "Damn! I wasn't going to worry," she exclaimed to herself. Sitting there in the parked car, she took a moment to check her makeup in the mirror. Honey blonde, shoulder length hair swung around a graceful neck, big blue eyes sparkled back at her, naturally high cheekbones glowed as the full lips of her mouth smiled at her reflection. She had taken great care in her appearance this morning, wanting to make a sophisticated impression for her 22 years. Looking more closely at herself, she decided that checking in the mirror wasn't going to help. "Damn it all to hell....why does this guy have to be the only architect around who can do what I need done?.....why?...why?....why?!?!"

Swinging her long legs from the car unto the pavement, she got out and locked the door. Shannon glanced at the passenger seat where her blueprints and sketches lay in the brief case. She stomped her foot in frustration as she looked at her watch and put the key back in the lock. Twenty minutes till her appointment. She was still ok on time. Opening the door again, she leaned across the seat to pick up the materials. "Alright, Shannon O'Malley!" she scolded herself, "Enough is enough. Now get your shoulders back and get ready to face the lion in his den. You know what you want done and he's gonna do it for you. You don't have to like him to work with him!"

Shannon was on her own for the first time in her life. Having grown up in Charleston, the only child of a CEO for a major shipping firm, she hadn't lead a "hard" life, but she wasn't spoiled either. Her parents had worked hard to get where they were and her Irish ancestors instilled a desire to achieve in all the generations previous. It was Shannon's grandmother O'Malley who had taught her the importance of family values and heritage. That same grandmother had given her the opportunity to take on the challenge before her now, the restoration of the family ancestral home. She had inherited the house and property when her grandmother died last year, along with the ample funds necessary to make the restoration possible. Shannon's desire was to live there in comfort as well as return her home to it's two hundred year old splendor. The three story, brick home needed some loving care inside and out. Over the years each generation had changed a few things until it looked like a hodge-podge. Shannon and her grandmother had spent many years dreaming together of how they would put it all back to the way it was when it was built. Well almost....they had decided to still have indoor plumbing and a modern kitchen.....but hidden in the interior design.

Smiling to herself, she remembered the summers she had spent living with Nana, waiting for the time they could fix the house to match their dreams. Nana would never see that now....but Shannon promised her the night Nana died that it would get finished. Now was the time. Unfortunately, there was only one person who could do it right. Walking across the foyer, past the reception desk, she never noticed the appreciative looks she received form the males present. Shannon never did. Her knee length hunter green skirt swirled slightly as she walked toward the elevator. Her matching blazer was set off by the pure white fitted blouse underneath. At five foot nine inches, she looked like a model, but didn't know it. The slight smile on her face faded as she entered the elevator. She didn't want to go to the meeting. The man thought she was a joke. She had to prove to him she wasn't....she just had to.

When Shannon had first inherited the property where she now lived in New Orleans, she hadn't made a very good impression on the neighbors. The older section of town was inhabited by families who had been there for generations. True, so had her family and she had visited there each summer. But that was the time of year most of the locals left town. So she didn't know too many of them nor did they know her. The residents didn't like having new-comers moving into their neighborhoods and changing things. Shannon wished she could figure out what "things" they were afraid of, so she could reassure them that she wasn't a threat. But so far, since she had moved in 2 months ago in May, no neighbor had even come over to say hello. No one except...the guy across the street and that hadn't been a pleasant encounter at all.

As the elevator approached the 10th floor office where her appointment was, she remembered with clarity the afternoon she had moved her belonging into Nana's house. The movers had just left and she was sitting on one of the crates left to be unpacked. Having spent the previous 4 hours trying to coordinate the three burly men who unloaded the truck, all she wanted to do was take a nap. But until she found the box marked "linens"...that wasn't possible. Fortunately the utilities were on and she had found the tea kettle. She filled the pot with water and set it on the stove to heat. She was going to settle for a cup of mint tea. As Shannon looked around at the chaos of boxes surrounding her, the door bell rang.

"Oh great!. That's all I need," she complained to herself, "company now!!" Rising form her makeshift seat, Shannon looked down at her rumpled T-shirt and dusty jeans. Brushing her hands over them, she glanced at her reflection in the foyer mirror near the front door. Dirt smudges covered one cheek, her ponytail was coming undone...."Perfect timing," she thought, "I'm a mess." Looking at the beveled glass door, she was startled to see it filled with the shadow of a very tall man. Intimidating to someone even of her height. "Well, if the neighbors come calling," Nana used to say, "Open the door with a smile and invite them in". But Shannon didn't think Nana had ever seen anyone as imposing as this person appeared to be.

The shadow turned to leave as she opened the door and called out, "Hello". The figure turned at her voice with a scowl on his face.

"I wondered where the hell you were!" he growled at her.

"I beg your pardon?" Shannon exclaimed. The man was taller than she had imagined. Standing well over six foot, he towered above her as he climbed back onto the front veranda. The tight fitting jeans he wore emphasized his form. Unwillingly, Shannon's eyes traveled up the length of his body as he leaned against the porch's railing. Work boots crossed at his ankles, long muscular legs, trim waist, broad chest with arms crossed, wide shoulders, neatly trimmed dark hair, a mouth that was made for........."Hold on Shannon..." she thought to herself, "If he would only smile I bet his eyes would shine instead of flash daggers at me."

"Well?" he said slowly. "Get a good enough look?" The sarcasm in his voice dripped like honey off a spoon. "Or should I turn around so you can get the full view?"

Feeling the blush creep up her neck, Shannon tried to compose herself and asked the stranger once again.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your movers left garbage in the street," he told her as he turned to walk down the sidewalk to the yard gate. "You'd better go get it before someone runs into it on the street and has an accident." His last comment was thrown over his shoulder as he closed the gate behind him

"Well, I never!!" The blush in her cheeks grew into fury as Shannon watched the man enter the house across from hers. " No hello..... no I'm your new neighbor....no, can I help you pick up the boxes out here?....." Some welcome, she thought. Just then a gust of wind lifted one of the stray boxes out of the driveway into the street. Shannon dashed out to get it. By the time she had cleaned up the mover's mess outside and made her way wearily back into the house, the tea kettle had boiled dry. Fighting back the frustration of being tired, hungry and alone, she climbed the stairs to her front bedroom and collapsed on the bed, not caring that there weren't any sheets to lie on.

Angel at Work Ch. 2



Walking down the hallway to the architect's office, Shannon swallowed the panic rising in her throat. That had happened weeks ago and now of all the people she didn't want to deal with, it was the same man she had the appointment with today. Spending the last weeks searching for someone to do the restoration work for her, only one name kept coming up. Allen Johnson, the giant who lived across the street and didn't care to be neighborly. But seeing how his home looked from the outside, she knew she had to have him do the work on her home. Never having been inside his house she couldn't tell much about the interior but the exterior was a testament to excellent craftsmanship and restoration. Occasionally she watched him work on the house during the weekends but she'd never gotten brave enough to approach him after that first day. She was an early riser herself and his jeep was always leaving at 5:30 in the morning and returning at 5:30 in the evening. His lights weren't out when she went to bed at 10 PM. "Nana would surely laugh at me" Shannon said thoughtfully, "if she caught me watching what he was doing all the time."

Reaching the end of the hallway, Shannon looked at her watch. "Good! I have a couple of minutes to spare." Opening the door, she walked to the reception desk. The secretary looked up questioningly.

"Good morning. I'm Shannon O'Malley. I have an appointment with Mr. Johnson at 10 o'clock." The secretary had already checked her boss's appointment schedule and told Shannon to have a seat. As she placed her briefcase along the chair and reached for a magazine to keep her shaking hands busy, the door to his office opened. Shannon cautiously glanced up as two gentlemen walked out. "Alright Allen, we'll be back in a couple of weeks for final approval on the prints...and thanks again" Oh God, there he was filling the doorway to his office, only this time in a tailored suit and tie.

Shannon's eyes once again traveled the length of him in appreciation of what she was seeing. As he looked toward her, he stepped to his secretary's desk and spoke too quietly for Shannon to hear. Without a second glance in her direction, Allen turned back to his office and closed the door. As the clock ticked off the minutes, Shannon rehearsed what she wanted to say to him. More time passed and she finished reading the magazine. Her watch said it was 10:30 when Shannon finally asked the secretary if her appointment was canceled.

"Oh no. Mr. Johnson is in a conference call right now and apologizes. He'll be with you as soon as possible." At eleven o'clock, Shannon's apprehension had turned into anger. Well, she's had enough. He had done it too her again. Damn it anyway, she'd find someone else to do the work. She grabbed her briefcase and reached for the door to leave. A deep resonate voice called out, "Miss O'Malley if you care to come in my office I can see you now. I've got about 10 minutes before my next appointment."

Shannon's hand rested on the door knob. "Now what?", she asked herself. "Do I swallow my pride or walk out and show him I don't need his services?" Hesitating a moment she heard, "Miss O'Malley?" Shannon dropped her hand from the door knob, turned and followed Allen into the office where she sat in a brown leather chair across the desk from him.

"Why did Mrs. O'Malley have to leave that house to her?" Allen thought to himself as the old lady's granddaughter seated herself in his office. "I almost had the property bought from her. I was sure she was going to sell and then she up and dies on me. Damn! I wanted to restore that house for myself." Allen watched Shannon start to open her briefcase and pull out what looked like old blueprints. "And why does this woman think I want to do the work now? She hates my guts after that first fiasco of an introduction. I was so pissed about losing the house, I couldn't help chewing her out about her mover's mess.

When I saw her standing there with her hair falling down and smudges under her eyes, I knew she was exhausted. But what a gorgeous site to see in the afternoon light. Did I offer to help? Noooooo, I couldn't stop being mad at the situation long enough to be myself and help someone who needed it desperately. What did I do? Heap insult upon injury and turn and walk away before I gave in and gathered the garbage up for her. Since then I've never even seen her outside the house. Allen, my boy, you've screwed up good on this one. Nana O'Malley would be shaking her finger at you for sure!"

Allen and Nana had grown to be close friends in the last few years of her life, but he'd never met her granddaughter until the day Shannon moved in. She had been busy with college and Nana had told Allen all about the "sunshine" in Nana's life. He did lots of odd jobs for the little old lady. Things she couldn't do herself anymore. Mostly small repairs, nothing much and it didn't take up a lot of his time. Actually, he enjoyed visiting with her and her meals were made for a guy with his appetite. He'd never accept her offers to pay him, neither did he ever refuse an invitation to share a meal with her. Nana had become another grandparent and he missed having her around to talk to. They had discussed ideas about the restoration of her home. He even had sketched some of those ideas out, but he never got a chance to show them to Nana. Now, here sits her granddaughter asking him to help her restore the place. Allen still didn't know why.

As Shannon organized her paperwork, Allen watched her precise motions. He couldn't help but notice the tremor in her hands. "What's that all about I wonder?" he thought. Trying to break the ice, Allen cleared his throat, startling Shannon and causing her to lift her head and look him straight in the eyes. The glance between them held for what seemed an eternity. Neither one was sure what to do or where to start. They both hoped the desk would be a buffer zone between them.

"Well, Miss O'Malley, how can I help you?" he started off the strained conversation. Shannon proceeded to tell him of her plans to restore Nana's house. Allen listened politely having heard all of these plans before from Nana herself. Before long he realized the old lady had never told her granddaughter about him and Allen wasn't about to spoil his chance to do the work he had dreamed about for several years. So he kept his mouth shut. After looking at the sketches she had brought along, Allen smiled to himself. "Is there something wrong?" Shannon asked him. "Oh no! What you are suggesting is fine. May I look at the older blue prints you've brought?"

Shannon pushed the rolls of paper across the desk toward Allen. As he reached for them, their fingers brushed gently, causing them both to stop their movements and look at each other once again. Shannon pulled her had back shakedly. "Now why did I do that?" she thought. "It was only an accident. Right! My god, why do I get so nervous when I'm trying to make a good impression?" Allen was startled by the electrical shock he felt travel up his arm as Shannon released the blueprints to him. He hastily opened them to cover his uncomfortable feelings. Soon he was absorbed in his study of the original house blueprints she had presented to him. Minutes passed slowly as he studied the plans and compared them to the sketches he knew by heart.

"Oh yes!" he thought, "This will work." Allen looked up finally to see Shannon smiling at him. The light in her eyes shining brightly.

"Can you do it?" she asked. Allen grinned back at her. "Yes. I'd like to see it put back the way it was. When would it be convenient for me to come over and start making more definite plans?"

Shannon breathed deeply as a wave of relief passed through her. 'Thank goodness, he'll do it'......."Anytime would be fine. Just give me a call before you come over. I'm home most days and evenings." Allen consulted his desk calender and suggested the next evening after 7 PM. Shannon agreed. Leaving her paperwork for him to study, she left for home.

Allen sat back in his chair, fingers steepled under his chin, wondering to himself......"What had he gotten into now?"



Angel at Work Ch. 3



The next evening, Shannon moved from room to room, rearranging things, flicking off imaginary dust, straightening table covers... "What is wrong with you?" she scolded herself. "He's coming to look at the construction of the house, not how you've decorated it!" Not that she'd done much to change it from the Nana's arrangements. She added a few touches of her own. More candles for light in the evenings, she preferred their softness to the lamps. She'd put her audio system in the living room where she spent most of her time reading.

CCRRAAACCCCKKK.......a boom of thunder echoed toward the distance . A bolt of lightening illuminated the darkening skies. Another storm was moving in. It had taken Shannon awhile to get used to how quickly they formed around here. If they were lucky this one would stay north of them. Seven o'clock came and no Allen. She opened the drapes to peer across the street to his house. No vehicle in the drive yet. At 5 minutes to nine, Shannon had figured he was a "no show" . It would have been nice if he had called to tell her. Just as she was starting to put out the candles the door bell rang and made her jump. As she walked to the foyer another bolt of lightening struck nearby....lighting the shape at the door. It was Allen, late but never the less he had shown up.

When she opened the door the first wave of rain hit with a blast of warm air blowing into the house. "Come on in," she called over her shoulder as she ran to the parlor to shut the open windows.

"Would you excuse me a minute while I go close my bedroom windows?" Allen stood at the bottom of the stairs watching with appreciation as Shannon climbed them to finish her self appointed chore. The tight fitting jeans she was wearing hugged the cheeks of her backside in such a way to let him see all her curves move naturally and seductively. Just as she turned the corner from his view, another blot of lightening struck outside the house, hitting a limb of the ancient oak in Shannon's yard. The tremendous crack that followed made them both jump. A large limb had been hit and split off the tree....taking the power lines to the house with it. Every light in the house went out, except the candles Shannon had lit earlier. "Oh Damn!!" Shannon yelled.

"Miss O'Malley, are you ok up there?" Allen called. "Yes, I just can't see.....OUCH...." The last thing Allen heard was a thud as something fell to the floor up above his head. Grabbing a candle from the table in the foyer, he took the steps two at a time. "Shannon??...where are you?".....he got no answer. His heart was racing and he wasn't sure why....but he knew something was wrong, and it bothered him.

Holding the candle higher he found an open bedroom door. As he moved quickly toward it he saw an outstretched leg...but no movement. Allen wasted no time getting to Shannon's prone body lying on the crumpled carpet next to the bed. She must have tripped on the throw rug. Kneeling down, he picked up her limp body and gently laid her on the bed. Running his hands over her legs and arms, he checked for any broken bones. Even though he was performing a 'good samaritan' act, he couldn't help but appreciate the shape and feel of the firm flesh beneath his hands and the response his own body was having to the actions of his hands. "Thank God!," he sighed. "No damage there....Allen, behave yourself the girl's been hurt!!!" Shannon moaned softly.

Allen sat on the bed and raised her head and shoulders to place a pillow under them. She unknowingly turned into his chest, face pressed against him and sighed softly. One of her hands cradled under her cheek, the other on his chest. Every time Allen tried to lay her down, she whimpered and moaned . She was restless and Allen finally decided to just lean back against the headboard and let her get comfortable. If she wanted to use him as a pillow, he wasn't going to argue....nor was he going to leave yet, not until she woke up and he knew she was ok. Besides....holding her like this wasn't all that bad anyway. Allen smiled softly when he looked down at the head lying against his shoulder. "No this wasn't bad at all..."



Angel at Work Ch. 4



"Shannon....wake up." he told her. "Shannon...you need to wake up!"

"Why?" she mumbled in return and snuggled down closer to him. As the breeze shifted and the storm moved on, Allen stayed as he was, letting the head laying in his chest rest. He knew she's wake up soon but he wasn't sure how he was going to explain why he was lying in her bed, holding her against his chest the way he was. As he gazed down at the top of her head, Allen couldn't help smiling. She was so much a younger version of her grandmother. Not only in looks, but in intelligence and sensitivity. What he wouldn't give to have someone like her to keep...but it was too soon for anything to happen. Wasn't it?

Shannon's hand moved up to his shoulder and squeezed gently. Her eyes slowly opened as her head turned up toward his. Allen swallowed the desire he felt as he looked at that inviting mouth start to smile at him. "How are you feeling?" he asked as he shifted slightly under her. Shannon responded to his movements by drawing one of her legs up over his thigh, half lying on her side and half lying on top of him.

Her hand slid slowly down from his shoulder. Fingers spreading wide as she rested it above his heart. She smiled as she felt his pulse quicken beneath her touch. "Do you mind if I call you Allen?" she asked quietly.

"Mmmmm?" he muttered, not really hearing her. His mind was more interested in the way her fingers were stroking his chest.

"Is it okay if I call you Allen?" she asked again.

"Um hummm, that's fine with me", he finally replied. His hand covered hers now, tracing the back of her fingers, causing Shannon to coo softly. His other hand moved slowly up and down her back, softly kneading the tension from her. Allen lowered his head and gently kissed her hair. With the freshness of it and the softness against his face, he pulled her tightly toward him...closer....

Feeling no resistance from Shannon, he lay her back against his arm exposing that neck to his hungry mouth. "Allen" he thought wryly, "you're moving too fast here!" But he didn't stop. The V formed by her shirt front allowed him access to that tender hollow spot below her chin. Shannon shivered as his mouth moved slowly across her throat. His tongue began to trace delicate patterns as his head moved to her shoulder. Slowly he unbuttoned her shirt, exposing more satin soft skin to his exploration. Shannon's hand caressed the back of his head, holding him close to her....letting him know she approved of what he was doing. A soft moan of pure pleasure escaped her lips. "Allen?" He gave no response as he lay her back on the bed and stretched out alongside her.

"Allen?" Shannon asked again.

"Mmmm? What dear?" Allen's hand moved across her stomach and settled under her breast, the soft weight of it filling his hand. Lazily he circled the nipple, through her bra, with his thumb while his mouth continued to kiss her gently, his tongue wetting the harding nub.

"Allen, what are we doing?" There was a slight tremor in her voice.

Allen looked up to her wide, shining eyes. "What ever you want to do Shannon." Allen smiled gently. "I just know that I've wanted to hold you since the first day I saw you looking tired and alone. I never thought I'd get the chance."

Resting on one elbow above her, Allen gazed down at the angel beside him. "Please don't pull away now Shannon. Please...." he thought silently to himself.

Taking a deep breath, Shannon reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers, letting her tongue trace his lips, sucking on them, opening to him. Her hands started undoing the buttons of his shirt, stopping only to push it off his shoulders so she could run her tongue across him...like he had just done to her. Rolling on their sides, facing each other, hands started to roam uncontrollably. Exploring body lines, caressing arms, torsos, stomachs, thighs, legs....feeling the heat from each other's bodies. Allen reached behind Shannon's back and unfastened her bra.

Gently he raised her to remove it and her shirt. He grinned as his head lowered to meet the glorious nipples exposed to his hot tongue. Circling one slowly with his mouth, his thumb and forefinger rolled the other to increased hardness....."mmmm..soooooo sweet" he murmured against the soft globe he was nuzzling. Shannon's hips arched against him...making contact with the his hardness. When she felt his evident desire, her back arched more and a moan escaped her lips. Allen answered with a low growl of pleasure, deep in his chest. Shannon quivered, as she felt the strength in his hands as they moved down to her hips. Never lifting his head, he stripped her jeans from her. He stopped long enough to lie back and gaze at the site revealed. Long tapered legs, delicate ankles and feet, ample breast made to be loved, gentle swell to the hips and an inviting triangle of honey colored curls marking the center of her being. As his gaze traveled up the length of her, he removed what was left of his own clothes, dropping them to the floor along hers.

His desire growing, and his needing to touch her, to wash her body with his tongue, to savor all her textures and flavors, Allen gathered Shannon into his arms and pulled her closer. He needed to feel her skin next to his....her softness to his hardness. His hands moved up and down her back. "You all right with this Shannon? 'Cos if you aren't, you'd better tell me now. I won't be able to stop later!" In response, Shannon pulled her top leg over his thigh, rubbing her hot, wet box against his leg. "I'm ok," she answered softly in his ear. Her tongue moved around the lobe and into his ear, making Allen moan against her neck. Her teeth nipped his ear lobe while her pelvis tilted even closer to his.

"Shannon, I need to kiss you sweetheart." His head dipped below her waist to that sweet spot he'd been seeking. Twisting to lay end to end, they found delight in exploring new territory. Shannon's hand slowly moved up his thigh. Her fingers gently kneading the muscles underneath, slow touches, light and gentle, causing him to lift his knee and giving her further space to explore. As her fingertips crossed under his sac, his tongue traveled along the slit of her lower lips. They moaned in unison, pressing closer to each others warm mouths and hands. Reaching under her hips, Allen pulled Shannon to him, moving his tongue over her clit before his mouth sucked it gently in. She grasped his shaft in one hand as her tongue licked from base to tip. Her mouth opened and her head dipped as she took him deeply inside to suck it's entire length. Allen's hips arched against the velvet soft wetness of her mouth that was encompassing him. His tongue plunged within her swollen pussy....the sweet flavor and scent overwhelming him. Engrossed in what they were doing, what they were feeling, what they were experiencing, neither noticed the storm was moving out to the gulf. The thunder within their own ears from their rapid heartbeats drowned out the world around them.

Unable to stand the sweet torment any longer, Allen moved to cover Shannon entirely. She opened to him, spread wide, beckoning and inviting. Their eyes glowed with the heat they had kindled within each other. Pressing the head of his shaft against her, he slowly entered the heaven she offered. When fully encased within her warmth, Allen leaned down and captured her nipple between his teeth. Pulling gently up with his mouth, he pulled back slowly with his hips, pulling his cock slowly out of her. Shannon's inner muscles contracted trying to hold him within her. The sensations overcame them both as he plunged back inside her warmth, rubbing against the sensitive G-spot within the folds of her moistness. Increasing the tempo to match their breathing, each thrust became deeper and a little harder. Her hips raised to meet him, her hands clutching his shoulders, her back arching without control. Mouths touched, tongues entwined, as they climbed the mountain of pleasure together, exploding with each other's desire, desire that was met and surpassed beyond what they thought possible. Two souls becoming one with a bond that wouldn't be broken.

Allen's head lay on Shannon's shoulder. Their breathing eased. Hands roamed, still exploring..but softly, turning into gently caresses, holding each other closely. He raised his head finally to look at the angel beneath him. Shannon's eyes glowed as she smiled up at his questioning look. Her hand cupped his head, tenderly stroking his cheek, "I wonder what Nana would say?"

High above the storm, sat an very lovely angel. She looked down at the two new lovers and smiled. "I knew they were made for each other. I just had to get them together at my house."