After spending the entire day sketching design ideas and preparing for my meeting tomorrow with Jordan Wilder I decided I would go home and do some research on the guy, it may give me a higher understanding about what he was looking for even if it breaks my heart to tear the building down and totally rebuild.

I drove my beautiful red sedan through the city, sticking to the speed limit so that my next paycheck didn't go straight to paying off a speeding find like last months. The roads seemed rather empty tonight - for the city anyways - so I got home in record timing. Getting in I fired up my laptop, giving it a chance to turn on and load while I walked over to the cupboard, picked up a packet of malteesers and pouring myself a glass of wine. There was nothing more relaxing than wine and chocolate while you attempted to work and be inspired.

Although I'm pretty sure the interesting shapes for buildings and those crazy patterns designers think of to go on the sides were thought of when they were blind drunk since I swear all the buildings look curvy when you're drunk.

Opening up Google I typed in Jordan Wilder to see what came up. Hopefully I wouldn't have to look too hard; if he was the CEO of a company surely there had to be something on the first page. Twenty-three million results! Oh good god.

"Hey babe." I heard Broody call out as he entered the apartment, dumbing his crap by the door and kicking off his shoes right in the middle of the room for me to trip over later. He walked over to me and placed a quick kiss on the top of my head before walking over to the fridge.

"What's for dinner?" he asked me as I clicked on the first search result for Jordan Wilder.

I crossed my fingers hoping this was the one since I really couldn't be bothered looking anymore and had only just started.

"Um, I don't know it's your night to cook remember." I waved him away and focused on the screen.

"How about we get take out, I'll let you pick." He said moving closer to me, his arm leaning on the back of my chair as he looked down and stared at the screen.

"Why are you Googling Jordan Wilder?" He questioned confusion clear in his tone.

"He is my new client, I have a meeting with him tomorrow and wanted to know a little bit about him before I went in there, it might help with knowing what he wants."

"Oh well then he's an arrogant, rich asshole who thinks he's better than everyone and treats his workers like army ants that can be stepped on whenever he gets bored." Broody quickly said making me turn my head slightly and face him, my shocked expression earning me a quick smile.

"And how do you know that?"

"Because he just tried to step on me today." Ok some serious clarification is needed.

"Wait. This is your boss, the one who hates you." I stated or mainly questioned as I looked at him intently.

"Yep. So when you meet him tomorrow, please flirt your pretty little ass off and mention you're my wife." He smirked at me and went to lean in for a kiss. I quickly stopped him, placing my hand on his chest and pushing ever so gently.

"Fiancé." I pointed out even though I don't think Broody really knew the difference.

"That reminds me, why don't you pick a date." Wait What?!

"Really? I thought you wanted to wait until we got a bigger house?" Not that I was in any rush to move out of here.

"I don't want to wait anymore." His smiled widened and he placed a quick kiss on my lips before pulling back and walking back over to the fridge, opening it up for the third time only to realize that food doesn't magically appear if you shut it and open it up again ten seconds later. "I'm going to order some take out." He told me before grabbing his phone and walking into the bedroom. Why can't you order out here? It's not like I'm making any noise and what the hell happened to me picking.

It took Broody a good fifteen minutes to order the food before he walked out of the room and picked up his jacket and keys.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the food."

"But you never go to pick it up."

"But now that we're setting a date, we need to save all the money we can to pay for that ridiculously expensive dress." He said giving me a kiss on the forehead before heading out the door.

The dress I wanted wasn't that expensive, at least not compared to the others. It was a simple strapless dress that poofed out like a princess' dress in a Disney film it had a layer of gorgeous lace on top and tinted grey lace timings around the edge with a thin grey bow around the waist to give it a unique quality. It was one of the cheaper dresses in the store and besides getting your food delivered doesn't cost that much, especially since we live only a couple streets over and Broody usually orders the entire menu.

Shaking my head of its defensive thought about my dress I focused on the task at hand. Jordan Wilder, there weren't many photos of him on the internet, but I suppose the photographers - unless it was a major event - cared more about the stars of Hollywood or where ever they live then they do about one lowly CEO. I clicked on the information and saw that he was thirty- two years old and was the main operator for Wilder & McKinley Cooperation apparently the two companies teamed up about five years ago and are now at the top of their many respective fields so that didn't help me with my design process at all.

The only thing I really found useful were the pictures of the building the company owned, they were all so standard and modern while the logo of the W with the M below it looking like a reflection gave me a couple ideas. It was hard to stay motivated when your new client was boring and only wanted the stock standard. I want a client who would let me do something inspiring but apparently - according to Rose anyways - I am not creative enough to land those kinds of clients.

With my eyes getting sore from staring at the screen for so long I put it in my bag and gathered up all the papers I'd need for tomorrow and went to get changed into my pajamas while I waited for the food to arrive.

Five minutes later.

Ten.

Fifteen.

Twenty.

What the hell? Was he making it himself, god I could have quickly cooked up a stir fry by now - actually that sounded like a really good...

"I'm back." He called walking into the apartment and the warm smell of Chinese food hit me. My nose picked up and I skipped to the kitchen table, biting my bottom lip.

"What have I told you about biting your lip." He lectured as he unpacked the food.

I didn't bother answering his and just rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"And that too."

"Oh my god do you want to correct every little habit I have?"

"Just the dirty ones" He narrowed his eyes at me.

"Well I call them quirks." I muttered, putting a bit of venom in my words.

"They're annoying."

So is your face. I wanted to say but resisted by biting my lip - half on purpose. The sudden tension in the air made me a little wary of what I said next.

"What took you so long, did you have to cook it yourself?" Ok so maybe not the best line to ease the tension with but it was a start.

"It was busy today."

"Really? On a Wednesday night?" It never usually is busy on a week day, that's why we get our take out on a week day.

"Yes." Was all he said as he started shoveling his food in his mouth.

I had suddenly lost my appetite. What the hell just happened, one minute he was fine and the next he comes in and starts picking on my quirks / habits. It's not like I could really help them, I didn't think I just did them so what did he want to do train them out of me? Well in that case how about we do some serious training on your countless annoying and damn right disgusting habits.

I took a couple of bites from the rice and started feeling a little uncomfortable with the tense awkward silence. I need to fix this, even if it wasn't my fault.

"So how was work?" was all I had to say to get him talking about how much he loved his job, hated his boss and how close he was to his next promotion. With each word that left his mouth I felt myself getting more curious about this Jordan Wilder he worked for.

Tomorrow may be more interesting then I first thought.

~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

I stormed my way through the crowds of the rush hour traffic, apologizing to people as I bumped into them, even if they were completely oblivious. Following the directions on my phone I found the street corner I was supposed to meet up with Brendan so that we could walk in to our meeting together and on time.

I found him casually leaning against one of the buildings, his hair tousled slightly because of the winds and his eyes seem rather interested on his shoes.

"Ready?" I asked him as I approached him, catching his attention.

His head quickly snapped up to face me "Yeah, I think so." He hesitated and gave me a nervous smile.

Brendan was only twenty-three, two years younger than me and this was his first major client so I can assume he isn't going to be much help today. The only real reason I was here, handling a major client on my own at twenty-five was because I was thrown into the deep end, or so to speak - when I first joined, back then Rose wasn't in charge, Mr Webster the owner was. I liked him and his way of doing things, unlike Rose he was more practical.

We approached a new building complex that went up recently, it was where our meeting was to take place, apparently Mr Wilder was too busy to spare more than an hour for us. We entred the large foyer that kind of reminded me of a hotle layout, with the foutaion built into the centre of the room, offering black cushioned seats around it. Taking a deep breath I walked over to the door man that stood behind the desk and operated the elevator.

"Can I help you?" He asked eyeing Brendan and I curiously.

"We're here to see Mr Wilder."

"And you are?" He raised a questioning eye brow at me and I internaly rolled my eyes. I had delt with enough high-end clients to know how this worked. When you show up to their five class living facility dressed in your black slacks, tight white top and black suit jacket, you didn't fit in, you meant business.

"Mia Sears."

"One moment please." He held up his finger and grabbed the phone on his desk, pressing one of the buttons he waited for it to ring.

"Sir there is a Ms Sears here to see you?" He asked questionably.

"Yes sir." The man nodded and then gestured for us to move to the elevator, piling in he pressed the button for the penthouse floor and smiled politely at us before retreating to his desk leaving Brendan and I to ride in silence.

"I don't think I can do it." Brendan muttered.

Oh good god his going to faint like a gushing fan girl.

"Just relax."

"What if I don't know what to say?"

"Look. All you have to do is sit there and take notes, get some ideas and occasionally share your opinion. If you chicken out and can't do it just ask to use the bathroom." I told him, trying to comfort him.

The ping of the elevators let us know we had arrived at our destination. I took a deep breath as the door opened up into a small entry way. The marble floor looked well-polished while the light cream colored walls with the minimal decoration allowed for all your attention to be drawn to the two large wooden double doors that looked like they weighed a tone.

Knowing that the longer I wait here, the more nervous my co-worker became, I took the few steps to the large doors and knocked. If he knew we were coming why wouldn't he have the door open for us?

The door opened up revealing an older gentlemen, probably in his late forties or early fifties. "Please do come in, Mr Wilder is expecting you." He smiled widely at us and gestured for us to come in as he moved to the side.

Walking in to the condo I instantly found myself caught up in my admiration of the place. A generous distance away from the entry way was the kitchen, it's large size and floor to ceiling cupboards stained in dark wood with the white and grey marble bench tops instantly had my attention. I managed to peal my gaze away from the kitchen and found the lounge room over to my left, the black leather couches were curved in like a semi-circle, a moderately sized metal dish with a small flame flickering sat in the middle where you would most commonly find a coffee table.

"Please take a seat, Mr Wilder will be with you in a moment." The older gentleman said directing us to the couches. Well you don't have to tell me twice. Like a kid in a candy shop I lunged for the lounge room, hoping I would have a better chance of admiring the lay out. With all of the plain and very modern design I had seen in his building that he owned I didn't expect there to be so much raw wood, marble and... interesting designs. Maybe I should have been a bit more creative.

Mentally slapping myself I quickly took out my folder and flicked through the pictures. Surely there was at least something decent in here.

The sound of a door shut pulled me out of my trance. Looking up I watched as the man in question stalked into the room, not really even paying much attention to Brendan or I sitting on his couch. He was dressed in a suit - just as I expected - his hands busy with fixing his middle button as he walked over toward us. Sitting down on the side of the couch just opposite me, he stared up at me, the light flame flickering in the corner of my eye as I examined him.

Dark hair, strong muscular build - clearly he works out, strong facial expressions, a small bit of stubble on his jawline... so yes his was extremely good looking but then again so were fifteen percent of the world's population. Looking up at Brendan I gave nudge him giving him the chance to intoroduce himself and start us off and hopefully getting rid of some of the nerves. I watched Mr Wilder as Brendan started, his gaze went to Brendan for a moment before hovering past his shoulder somewhere.

I sighed in annoyance at the fact that he couldn't even look the guy in the eyes as he was speaking. Brendan finished introducing himself and then abruptly asked to use the bathroom. I turned to him, my eyes blazing and I narrowed my eyes at him. I know I said for him to do that if he needed but I didn't mean five minutes in!

Wilder seemed a little taken aback by the question as well as he blinked a couple of times and called over the older gentlemen - Joseph.

The rapid blinking by his part led me to look at his eyes more considering I over looked them in my earlier examination. His eyes were strange and hard to pin point, they were a light green but appeared to look almost hazel when the flame flickered a little brighter and appeared almost grey when the flame seemed to die off but the green towards the edges turned blue, bright blue as if a blue ring ran along the edges of his eyes. I had never seen anything like it.

He cleared his throat briefly making me blink and snap out of his hypnotizing eyes.

"You must be Ms Sears. I'm Jordan Wilder."

~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~+~

So what are your first impressions of Broody?

Please do keep reading, this book really gets interesting when Jordan Wilder comes into the picture and especially with what happens after that. ;)

~Dream_big96