“See anything you like?” his deep husky voice asked as he smirked devilishly.

I was still trying to snap myself back into the present but that comment seem to do it just as quickly as an ice bucket of water.

I gave him my best seductive smile and raised my brow slightly. “Why yes, yes I did.” I said, keeping my voice low and soft like a melody. His smirk got even wider. “Those flowers behind you, tell me is your florist the one on main street or the one on the corner of second and third?” I smiled sweetly taking pride in just how quickly his face fell and his eyes narrowed.

“Be sure to ask on your way out.” He spat out clear unimpressed by my question. “My time is every precious can we get started?”

“Of course.”

I didn’t want to even suggest waiting for Brendan, god knows how long he planned to hide out in the bathroom for. Pulling out the folder of the designs I began to show him what we had so far. I explained the need to consult with a builder as I had concerns that the position of the building and the surrounding buildings and landmarks as they may cause some trouble with gathering resources and the overall construction.

“I already have a builder signed on for the job, he should be in contact with you by the end of the week.”

“Right, well then I guess all that needs to be figured out is the design and how much exactly you want to spend.”

“Money isn’t an issue.” He waved that topic off like it was but a fly on the wall.

“Well then, what type of design were you looking for?”

“I don’t know, that’s why you’re here.” Well thank you for at least attempting to make my life easier.

I bit my bottom lip trying so hard to act professional. Breath. Just Breath.

“Right well, I’ve shown you some designs but everyone has different tastes. Is there anything in particular you want?”

“It needs to be practical and look rather modern.”

“That really doesn’t help me.” I just came flat out and said it. Well of course it does but you can have modern with a hint of vintage, you could have that box modern – which I am not a fan of – where everything looks like a square. There was a lot of trending modern looks right now.

“Are you sure? At least now you know you can’t put the furniture on the roof or use stuff from some crappy junk yard sale.” I gaped at him. Was that supposed to be funny?

“Of course, your right, how do you feel about the wall?” I said sarcastically referring to where he can shove his furniture.

His glare made me wish I was a little more careful with my words. “Careful Ms Sears.” He warned me, his eyes darkening in anger.

Realizing I had majorly over stepped I took out the photos I had printed off of the original building that is currently standing. My conscious itching to yell out that he should keep the original and just renovate, but then again that would be over stepping once again and Rose had warned me.

I loved the building but it wasn’t worth my job.

“The original structure is good and stable, was there any aspect of the building you liked, anything you want to keep? We can make it look modern so you needn’t worry about that.” I said quickly, moving over to sit next to him so I can show him the works.

He eyed me carefully as I moved over, his body tensing slightly as I got closer. I passed him the images and moved my hair over my left shoulder so that it was out of the way and didn’t fall into his view of the pictures. I noticed him watching me as I moved from the corner of his eye before his gaze fell back on the pictures as he turned and flipped them in his hands.

“I like the ceiling.” He said plainly, in a rather monotone that sounded like he was rather bored of this conversation.

Uh that was the one part that probably needed to be redone. I probably should have mentioned that.

“The ceiling will need to be touched up so what parts exactly.” I asked trying to get an inkling as to what he wanted to keep, maybe there is a way we can get a copy or a variation of the work.

“This.” He pointed at the boarder of the ceiling with the detailed patterns etched in.

“Ok, then. That’s a start.” I said a little disappointed he didn’t say the walls, with the large arches. “Can I ask what exactly you’re using it for?”

“You don’t know?” He looked at me in total surprise, like I had just told him that there was a pig flying down the streets and popping on people’s heads like a pigeon.

“No I’m afraid that wasn’t in the information I was given.” I had even tried to call Rose and yell at her about it but she didn’t answer. Maybe she wanted me to fail, after all if I didn’t know what I was supposed to be designing then how would I be able to do it with the best of my ability? It would also explain why Brendan’s ideas look so… different to mine.

“I have an acquaintance who wishes to open up a high-end restaurant and I thought this would be the perfect place.” He explained, gesturing to the pictures.

I thought about the positioning and nodded. It really was. A nice looking restaurant opening up with all the large business buildings and landmarks within a few streets, provided it was good food, business would boom.

I was so off. What I was designing was more suitable for a house or a work office. Not a restaurant. Rose is so going to hear it from me when I get back.

“Well then , is there any particular place you want the kitchen?” I started off with asking more specific questions which seemed to be a lot more help. It turns out Jordan Wilder did know what he wanted after all, he just had to be asked the right questions.

We were talking for almost forty minutes and Brendan was still hiding in the bathroom like a chicken. I was starting to think he just jumped out the window, pretending to be a modern day Spiderman.

We were discussing the colour theme of the building when his phone rang interrupting us. He dived into his pocket and pulled out his phone, sliding his finger over the screen he accepted the call.

“J. Wilder.” He said into his phone, his eyes darting away from mine and finding a nice spot just above the flame. That is an interesting way to answer your phone. I admit if it is a work call I tend to use my last name myself but if I were to use M. Sears it would just take too much effort.

He nodded a few times before quickly barking an order into the phone and hanging up without so much as a good day sir. Looking back at me he stood up. “Something’s come up, I’m afraid we are you to have to continue this another time.” He held out his hand to help up off the couch.

I gave him an uncertain look as I tried to get up off the couch, I was a big girl, I could do it all by myself – that is until I tried it and took his hand. Apparently those big comfy couches that he has give you an abb work out every time you go to get up from it, since your body is literally being hugged by the couch. He must have really good abbs…

Getting to my feet I knocked my handbag making it’s contence go all over the floor. Muttering a curse to myself I quickly knelt down and started picking everything up, mainly my purse, my phone and the bits of paper that had my plans on them. After about ten seconds of watching me pick everything up Jordan got down on his knees and started helping by picking up my purse. After I put all the papers back in my bag I stood back up and put my hand out for my purse that he now had in his hands, the photo of Broody and I half out of the pocket.

I blushed bright red as I realized that he was looking at it. “Boyfriend?” he questioned gesturing to the photo.

“Fiancé” I corrected and took the photo along with the purse off him and back in my bag.

“Where’s the ring?” He asked nodding towards my left hand.

“He didn’t know my size and…” And… And… And he didn’t buy me one. I never pressured him for a ring anyways, we haven’t even been engaged for an entire year yet and I knew he wanted to save money to buy a house so I never really thought about asking for one. After all when we’re married I’ll be wearing that ring so it won’t matter.

“Every girl deserves a ring.” He said slowly with a small but serious smile on his face before his brow frowned slightly “What’s his name?” Oh god he reconginsed him!

“Why?”

“He looked familiar, that’s all.”

Taking a deep breath I said “Broody O’Neil.”

At the simple words of his name Jordan froze. He clenched his jaw and looked up at me, his eyes boring into mine and glistening with an unfamiliar emotion.

“Know him?” I asked even though I knew the answer was yes.

“I believe he works for me.” He admitted, his voice was full of pure distaste.

“I didn’t realize you remember each and every little employee?”

“Just the ones that… stand out.” He said after a long pause. I didn’t realize that Broody stood out at all.

I went to say something back but was interrupted my Brendan’s triumphant return, the hint of surprise in Jordan’s eyes told me that he had forgotten all about him – in fact so did I.

“Well then until next time.” He nodded at Brendan and then at me, flashing me a quick smirk before he left, retreating down the hallway of doors. I turned to Brendan and narrowed my eyes at him.

“When I said you could retreat and ask to use the bathroom I didn’t mean five minutes in.” I lectured him as we made our way out of the room and into the elevator.

“Sorry, I panicked.” He shrugged his shoulders and looked quite proud of himself.

I rolled my eyes and tried to gather my thoughts as we went down to the ground floor. Jordan Wilder didn’t seem as bad as Broody had said, maybe a little cocky and full of himself at first – but then again you would expect that – but nowhere near the arrogant ass I was expecting, but he did have a strong distaste for Broody. Something tells me if he keeps going, we will be living off of one wage for a while to come. But what the hell has he been doing to piss his boss off so much? I know Broody can be very… well, Broody but he was good at his job and he was motivated, I don’t get it.

Shaking my head clear of my thoughts I stepped out of the elevator close behind Brendan and headed for my car after telling him I’d meet him at the office. I didn’t know exactly how I felt about the conflict between Broody and his Boss but I was sure going to poke around a little, after all Jordan didn’t seem like a man who would fire someone without good reason.

Getting to my car I quickly started it up and headed towards work, paring for a show down with Rose that may or may not end up with my ass fired. If she had of at least told me that it was a restaurant I was building then I would have at least been able to prepare something a little more useful and relevant.

Pulling up at my building I parked right in front of it seeing an avialbe space. Grabing my things I stormed in headed for Rose’s office. I found her walking in the middle of all of the first year designers which pretty much held all of the assistant’s desk – like my own, Christy – and some of the trainees. Well this was going to be a show.

“Rose!” I yelled out catching her attention and making her spin around. Her face dropped when she saw me and if I’m not mistaken there was a flicker of either shock or fear I couldn’t quite tell at this distance.

I stormed over towards her making the whole room go silent.

Taking a deep breath I started giving her a piece of my mind.

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Well then, first impressions of Jordan Wilder anyone?

Hope you all enjoyed the latest update, I do appreciate any kind of feedback good or bad and I am fully aware that my spelling and grammar is pretty atrocious but these chapters are unedited and sometimes I don’t have time to read over them so apologizes - that and plus I naturaly can't spell to save my life.

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