Patty Salier - The Honeymoon House

“Danielle, I told Paul my ideas for the master bedroom,” continued Mr. Harrington. “Please go over every detail with him. He’s aware of exactly what I like and may make a couple of suggestions of his own.”

“Mr. Harrington, when can I discuss the information with you?” she asked, needing to create a working relationship with him directly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be in touch with you later in the day.”

“Sure,” she said disappointedly. “You’ll be pleased with the results of my meeting with Paul.”

Danielle’s hands felt cold as she hung up the phone. She’d wanted so badly to show Mr. Harrington how creative and competent she was.

“Is everything straightened out?” Paul asked, concerned.

“I think so,” she replied, feeling upset.

Paul walked over to her. “I’m sorry Mr. Harrington sent me over. I know you’d prefer working with him.”

Paul’s sensitivity to her feelings surprised her. “Why don’t we get to work?” she suggested, wanting to smooth things over. “I’m going to need a few more weeks to finish the spec sheets and make a few revisions on the approved framing plans.”

“Fine,” Paul said. “I’ll start framing when you give me those changes.”

She spread out her floor plan on the conference table. “Here’s the location of the master bedroom and master bath. As you’ll notice, I drew two large bedroom windows facing the Pacific Ocean.”

Paul shook his head. “I don’t think there should be two windows.”

She stared at him. “What’re you talking about? I’m putting in two windows.”

Paul spread his hand across the air. “I see floor-to-ceiling glass facing the blue sea.”

“Absolutely not!” she protested. “Mr. Harrington and his wife need privacy for when they—they—”

“Make love?” he added in a husky voice.

His charcoal eyes melted into hers, and she couldn’t think about her work anymore.

She bolted from her chair. “I’ll get us some coffee.”

At the coffeemaker, she could barely concentrate on pouring the brew into two cups. How could she work when Paul kept reminding her of how much she needed and wanted a man—that man being him!

Paul walked up behind her. He rested his large hand on the wall beside her. Her fingers trembled as she poured the coffee.

“Danielle, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

She turned and looked up at him. He was inches from her. She could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“I need this project to go smoothly, Paul.”

His eyes drowned in hers. “Danielle, I have the same need as you do.”

Stop fantasizing about kissing him! she silently shouted at herself.

“Paul, you’ve already established your working relationship with Mr. Harrington,” she added in an unsteady voice. Her entire being was concentrated on how physically close he was to her. “I want to create a good rapport with him, too.”

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