Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84577 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
She leaned in closer and whispered, “And he has tattoos. Lord. Help. Me.”
Giggling, I shook my head. “What was his name?”
“Oh, I think he told me, but I was too distracted by his body.”
My hands came up to my hips. “Kasey! Good Lord, you act like you’ve never seen a man before.”
She smiled. “I’ve never seen one I wanted to crawl on top of and—”
Curling my lip, I held up my hands and said, “Stop! I’ll see him. Where is Claire?”
Her smile faded. “She said she was going home. She left after she knocked on your office door and you told her you were fine.”
My heart pained for a moment. I knew it was just as hard for her as it was for me. After all, Peter was her brother.
Shaking my head, I said, “I’ll call her after I meet with this potential client.”
Kasey wiggled her eyebrows. “Want me to have him come in?”
Glancing down at my desk, I began arranging the files I was taking home. “Sure. Have him come in.”
Kasey spun on her heels and headed out of my office while I placed a few files in a bag.
Something in the air changed. Almost as if electricity was being charged through the air. Goose bumps spread across my skin as I glanced up.
My heart dropped and I fought against the lump in my throat.
How did he find me?
THE MOMENT I walked through her office door I felt it. The same pull in my chest that I had every time I saw her. Those hauntingly beautiful green eyes caught mine. Her mouth parted slightly, but she didn’t say a word.
With a smile, I walked up to her and let out a chuckle. “A cook and an interior designer. I’m impressed.”
Kilyn took a few steps back until she bumped into her chair. It took her all of five seconds to square her shoulders off and give me that beautiful smile of hers.
“I’m beginning to think you’re stalking me, Mr. Drivas.”
My eyes couldn’t help but to roam quickly over her body before settling back to her eyes. I lifted my hands in defense. “I swear, I was shocked when I saw your name.”
She folded her arms over her chest and lifted her brow as if questioning me. “Uh-huh. So you’re telling me it’s strictly a coincidence you ran into me running and now you’re standing in my office. What in the world could you possibly need an interior designer for?”
I couldn’t blame her. I’d be a little hesitant if I were her. Flashing her a smile, I watched as something moved across her face. She pressed her lips together before she caught her lower lip between her teeth. Damn if that wasn’t the cutest thing I’d ever seen.
“The cabin.”
Her eyes lit up while her mouth parted slightly.
“The one you’re building?” she said with a bit of excitement in her voice.
I wasn’t sure if I liked how Kilyn made me feel. She brought a piece of me back to life I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. No one had made me feel a damn thing since Savannah. But this girl lit up something inside of me I was having a hard time ignoring.
“It’s finished. Now I need to make it look like someone actually lives there.”
Her eyes searched my face quickly. “How big is it?”
“Twelve hundred square feet. Two bedrooms, two and a half bathrooms, a kitchen, dining area, and a living room. There is also a loft above the garage which is about six hundred more square feet with another bathroom.”
When she licked her lips, my dick jumped in my pants. I’d never felt so damn confused in my life. Was I having feelings for her because we kept running into each other, or was there something about her that drew me to her?
“I normally do large homes and commercial properties. I haven’t done a smaller project in a long time. It could be fun.”
“Would it be terribly rude if I asked to see some of your work?”
She smiled slowly and tilted her head. “I’d be worried if you hadn’t.” Motioning for me to take a seat, I moved swiftly and sat.
Scanning her desk, I tried to hide my grimace. It was a mess. Files were everywhere. Pieces of paper scattered all over the place with one or two things written on them. I was beginning to regret walking into her office. If her work was as sloppy as her desk, how in the hell would I get myself out of this?
I pushed my hand through my hair and cursed under my breath.
Shit.
Kilyn reached into her bag and pulled out a file that said, ‘Conner, Chipita Park Project’.
She opened the file and handed me a few pieces of paper. “If you’d like to see the 3-D designs, I can get my laptop back out. I just presented this to Mr. Conner this afternoon. As you can see, this project is much bigger than yours. The total square footage we will be designing is six thousand square feet and that includes the outdoor pool area as well as a small guesthouse by the pool. Mr. Conner’s taste is somewhat . . . different. He hunts a lot in Africa and is going more for that look. Now, I don’t know what your style is, but I’m confident I’d be able to deliver exactly what you were looking for.”