“I’ve got it.” I rushed back around the car.
“Just go.”
I huffed and marched across the street. “Thank you,” I muttered over my shoulder.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.”
I stepped up on the sidewalk and twirled around, the wraparound dress showing a hell of a lot of my leg. His eyes were hidden behind dark lenses, but I could feel them on me. “Thank you, all right?”
“Welcome.” He passed me and held open the building door. “After you.”
I seethed my way past him. “Again, why are you here so early? I’m not set up yet.”
“I was already in town for another meeting that went quicker than I thought.”
I paused and turned back to him again. “What kind of meeting?”
“None of your business.”
I stepped into his space. “Was it another design studio?”
“Maybe.”
I sucked in a breath. Why that felt akin to betrayal, I didn’t want to examine too closely. Especially since he’d been inside me just a few days ago. Not that it had anything to do with my talent. Well, my talents in design.
Dear God, brain. Shut UP.
“That’s fine. Good, even. You’ll see how amazing my designs are.” I took the handled bag from him and crossed to the conference table. “Have a seat. Have a hot cross bun and some coffee.”
“Stop giving me orders, woman.”
The bag crinkled under my fingers. “Fine. I’ll have a damn hot cross bun and the biggest coffee I can handle.” I skirted the table and pulled my mug out of the cabinet, then I selected a plain white one for that beastly man. I set both on the table before pulling out the box o’Joe. “Creamer? Or you probably take it black, like your soul?”
He sat in one of the conference chairs and crossed his ankle over his knee. He still wore his sunglasses, which matched the whole black ensemble he had going on today.
Not that he looked like a wilted flower like I did, damn him. Nope, he was as cool as a cucumber with his black dress shirt cuffed past his forearm. Why was that so hot?
Focus, Dahlia.
My hormones needed to settle, that was all. I was a goddamn professional.
Of course, I was going to still be a little crazy. Going from zero to half a dozen orgasms was groundbreaking. I was only human. As he’d said that he wasn’t a slave to his cock, I wasn’t a slave to my...still recovering vagina. Okay, ew. I wasn’t even going to think that again.
Even if it was the truth.
The man had legit fucked me blind and then he’d walked away like it didn’t matter at all. Telling me we weren’t doing that again.
“Hellcat, you’re going to overflow that bowl.”
“Fuck.” I stopped pouring. “It’s a mug, thank you.”
“You say so.”
I filled his mug and set it in front of him, then I set the fresh box of pastries in front of him with the little white plates Dre had provided. “I’ll just be a few minutes to set up my board. Shelby and TJ will be here soon. If you want to discuss the outside of your house as well, Avery will be on tap.”
“Is it the same information from...the other day?”
The evening where you rocked my world six ways to Sunday?
“I’ve tightened it up with my design program and a few more ideas I came up with to coordinate with your preliminary sketch.”
“I hardly gave you any details in that sketch.”
“No, but I think I have a good idea of a starting point for us.”
“If I give you the job.”
My molars connected so hard I swore my jaw was going to unhinge. “If we take you on as a client.”
He lifted his mug and said nothing.
Back to that, were we?
Wonderful.
Fantastic.
I took my healthy mug of coffee to the fridge and added my Snickers creamer before taking a huge sip.
