Worshipped By The Alphas
He was walking around now, barely paying her any attention, lifting things, fiddling with her tools, until Amaya couldn't take it anymore.
"Don't touch that!"
She snapped impatiently when he lifted a pair of cutters that had cost the earth to import.
"You design jewellery," he whispered in astonishment, his eyes finally lifting to meet hers and Amaya's own gaze fluttered away, while her cheeks fired with embarrassment.
"I know they're no good," she ventured nervously, waving at the large portfolio he had lifted from one of her other workstations: she had the drawing board for designing, a work table for actually making the jewellery, a small cutting table for cutting wire and shaping semi-pr