Faking It. Dorie Graham
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is all it takes to be the best.”
She sat a moment in silence. Had she let him talk her into giving him a feng shui consultation? “I’ll e-mail you the standard contract.”
“That would be really great, Erin. I can’t tell you how excited I am that you’ve agreed to take me on as a client.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Great,” he said. “Why don’t you come by my condo, say around seven?”
“Tonight?”
“Yes, is that okay? I’m anxious to get started.”
She paused for a few seconds, assessing. “I’ll be there.”
4
“IT’S…AMAZING.” ERIN let her gaze drift over the open space of Jack’s main living area.
Sunlight slanted low through floor-to-ceiling windows and spilled over the white tile floor. A sparse assortment of eclectic furniture circled a worn area rug. Bare walls bordered the room. The scent of roasting meat and spices filled the air.
Jack shrugged. “You can see why I need you.”
In spite of her reservations about this project and this particular man, excitement coursed through her. Here in the comfort of his own home he appeared relaxed and even more striking in khakis and a light blue shirt. He glanced at her and caught her staring. Her pulse quickened as she glanced away and stepped farther into the room, focusing on her surroundings.
“It’s not so bad. I’ve definitely seen worse.” At least it was clean, in a stark kind of way. “This is almost like a blank canvas. It’s easier to picture what we might do with it.”
She sidestepped around him and pulled out her notebook. “Which rooms are you interested in having me redo for you?”
“Oh, here.” He moved to a desk tucked into one corner of the room. “I printed out the contract you e-mailed. I filled in all the pertinent details.” He handed her two copies. “It’s signed.”
“Great.” She scanned the pages, her gaze settling briefly on his bold signature scrawled across the bottom. “It all looks in order.” She flipped back a page, then glanced at him. “You want me to do the entire house?”
“Yep, the entire house.” He gestured in a sweeping motion. “The rest is about the same.”
“Okay.” She hesitated, her pen poised. Was she really ready to take him on as a client?
Seems a little unconventional, not to mention unprofessional, to turn down a paying customer.
She signed one of the contracts, then handed it to him. “Redesigning the entire house will take some time.”
“Time isn’t an issue.” His gaze traced her face, drawing warmth to her cheeks. “In fact,” he continued, “the longer the better.”
“Oh.” Her breath caught and her skin warmed more. She responded so readily to just one look from him.
What had she signed herself up for?
He handed her a check. “I believe this covers your standard deposit as outlined in the contract.”
“Yes, thank you. This will do nicely.” She tucked the check into her purse. “Well, then, why don’t we start in this room?” she said, holding her notebook before her like a shield and taking a deep breath of the delicious-smelling air. “I’d like to ask you a few questions.” Her stomach growled. What was the man cooking? She was absolutely starving.
She perched on the edge of a love seat with oversize throw pillows. He settled in a chair beside her. “Shoot.”
“What do you use this room for?”
“That’s a good question. I don’t really know. I don’t use it that much. I’m not home but to sleep mostly. I guess that’s why I’ve never done much with the place.”
“Really? Where do you spend all your time?” She couldn’t help asking, intrigued in spite of herself. “How does a…systems information-security…person…spend his time?”
“Information-security investigator.” His shoulders rippled in an easy shrug. “I spend a lot of time onsite, reading logs, checking configurations or setting them up, depending on the current job. The smart clients hire me before they experience a breach. Figuring out how a system’s been breached—that’s different with every job.”
“So you’re a computer geek.”
His eyebrows arched. “I’ve been called worse. I prefer techie, but geek is probably more accurate.”
“You’re not what I’d call a geek.” Embarrassment swept through her. Why had she admitted that? “No glasses or pocket protectors.”
“I try to stay away from the more obvious indicators.”
A smile curved her lips. “Back to business.”
“If I spent more time here, I guess this is where I’d entertain my guests, should I have any.”
“Entertainment.” She jotted a few notes. “And is that more formal entertaining or casual?”
He laughed. “Honey, there’s not a formal bone in my body.”
“Okay, casual. Do you have any preferences as far as design?”
He held her gaze. “All I can say is that I know what I want when I see it.”
“And do you see anything you want?”
Desire shone in his eyes. The connection they’d shared in her shop sprang to life, humming between them. “Yes, ma’am. I do.”
She looked away. “In the room, I mean. Do you want to keep any of this?”
“Oh.” He glanced around. “I’ll leave that up to you. We could sell some of this to a thrift shop or give it to charity.”
She glanced thoughtfully at the few furnishings in the room. “I like the desk. It may be salvageable, though we might want to move it to another room. Keep this more open.”
His smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “Right, that’s a feng shui thing, isn’t it? I knew you wouldn’t be able to help working some of that in.”
“It’s a perfectly acceptable design principle to balance your open and filled spaces.”
He nodded, seemingly satisfied. “Why don’t I give you the grand tour? That way you can get an idea of which are the keepers and where you might want to put everything.”
“Okay.” She rose to follow him, bumping into him as they both turned toward the hall. Her hand collided with his chest. Her heart raced. “Excuse me.”
As she stepped away from him, he gestured for her to precede him. “Let me introduce you to my humble abode.”
Smiling, Jack moved down the wide hall behind Erin, mesmerized by the gentle sway of her hips and the curve of her ass. She was a little thing, almost doll-like with her porcelain skin and wide eyes. If he remembered correctly, that doll his sister Stacey had dragged around for years when she was a child had just the same tint of green in her glass eyes.
He shook his head. Stacey would have liked Erin. Somehow he just knew it.
“It’s not so humble.” Erin turned to him, then made another note or two in her notebook. “Look at all the wide spaces, the detail. I’d give anything for that crown molding.”
She stopped in the archway leading into the kitchen. He nodded as he stood behind her. This was his favorite room in the house. Wide garden windows overlooked a spacious backyard and rimmed an area meant for cooking. Stainless-steel appliances