Glancing up at her, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride. I had no clue why. I hardly knew this girl, but to see how she handled herself as if standing in front of a room full of board members hell-bent on selling them her product. Confident and so in control. It was a turn on.
I took in a deep breath through my nose and filled my senses with her smell.
Damn. Now I couldn’t concentrate because I had to know what kind of perfume she was wearing. What I wouldn’t give to have her leave that smell on my bed sheets each morning.
Shit. What in the fuck am I doing?
“Thano? Did you hear me?”
Her sweet voice pulled me out of my wayward thoughts. “Sorry, I um . . . I got distracted by your perfume.”
A small smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she pulled her head back in surprise. “My perfume?”
For the love of God. Why would I say that? Now I do sound like a stalker.
“Yeah, it brought back memories of my great-grandmother.”
My body shuddered. Holy shit. I was just thinking of having sex with her and I brought my great-grandmother into the picture.
With a wink, she replied, “Oh. Well, I’m not sure if that is a compliment or if you were comparing me to an old lady smell.”
With an awkward laugh, I shook my head. “No, you smell amazing.”
She grinned and replied, “It’s Chanel Number 5.”
I needed to make a note of that.
Clearing my throat, I motioned with my head toward the plans. “What were you saying?”
Her eyes dropped to my lips and I’d have given anything to ask her what she was thinking.
“Um . . . I was . . .”
She stood up and barely shook her head as if trying to remember her own thoughts. “I asked what style were you thinking?”
You on top first, making yourself come, then it would be my turn, taking you from behind fast and hard.
Son-of-a-bitch.
Stop this, Thano.
“How would you decorate it if it were yours?”
Her mouth fell open in surprise. I could see her chest begin to rise and fall faster, and I wanted to punch myself in the face.
Why in the hell did I ask her that? I really wanted to know. If that cabin were hers, how would she decorate it?
“I’ve never had anyone ask me how I would decorate a room before.” She lifted her eyes in thought before looking back at me. “Is it surrounded by trees?”
With a laugh, I nodded. “There is a wraparound porch with views of the mountains and a stream that is a few hundred feet from the back of the house.”
She slowly sank into her chair. “That sounds like heaven. Pure heaven.”
I grinned. “It is.”
“Okay, well, if it were mine I think I would go for more of a rustic cabin feel. Of course, I’d have more feminine touches throughout, but nothing dramatic. I would think you’d want to do that as well, for you know, when you bring your girlfriend or someone up there, they wouldn’t feel like they were in a guy’s bachelor pad getaway cabin. Does your girlfriend not want to have any input in the decorating?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
There was no doubt in my mind her eyes sparkled when I said I didn’t have a girlfriend.
“Do you never plan to have one?”
My heart dropped as Savannah popped into my head.
“Why would you ask me that?” I snapped.
Kilyn pinched her eyebrows together and readjusted herself in her seat. “I wasn’t meaning anything bad by it. I was simply stating that at some point I’m sure you’ll bring a girl up there for some sort of romantic weekend. Maybe for a few days or maybe longer. Maybe someday you’ll ask someone to marry you there. I don’t know. I’m simply stating—”
“I get what you’re saying,” I said as I cut her off. “I have no plans for any of that right now. A girlfriend is the last thing on my mind.”
Clearing her throat, she stood and began gathering the plans and putting them back into a folder. “Right. Well, anyway, it’s your house so you really need to decide how you want it to be decorated—not me.”
She pulled out another file and opened it, dropping it in front of me, this time not bothering to take out the designs.
“This is a dentist office I designed. The work has been completed on it if you’d like to call and ask them for a tour.”
Damn it. Clearly, I pissed her off with how I acted. She was no longer energized by talking about her work. Her voice was cold and distant, almost as if she didn’t care if I hired her now or not.
“Kilyn, I’m sorry I snapped like that.”
Her eyes looked briefly into mine. She looked as if she wanted to ask me something, but she looked away. “I really do need to be going, and since you didn’t have an appointment, I can gather up a few other designs and send them your way if you’d like. I’ll need your email address.”