to vibrate, I crack.
I pull from her mouth, reaching down to toss her over my shoulder. I slap her ass then lick the sting away. Eva yelps and wiggles in my grasp.
“I think it’s been twenty-four hours,” I say as I step into my bedroom and toss her on the bed.
I shake my head at the wicked smile on her face. I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, but I know I wouldn’t change it for the world. With each hour I spend with her… Shit, I think I’m falling in love.
Chapter 11
Teach Me
Eva
“No, that won’t work. Remember, we’re looking to get them the most room and function out of each suite. Where can you get creative with the layout? Come on, use your innovation,” Owen says as he places a hand on my knee and taps his finger absently.
I stare harder at the blueprints he has rolled out on the coffee table in his home office. Pushing a hand into my hair, I furrow my brows in thought.
Instead of heading into the office, we’ve been working from home. It’s been more intimate, but in a one-on-one student-teacher sort of way. I love the patience he has for me. I’ve been so surprised he’s allowing me input on projects.
This one is a multimillion-dollar project he’s working on. I don’t want to disappoint. I’m determined to pull my weight and learn.
I glance at the budget once again, allowing the math to run through my head. When I look back to the blueprints, I see it with new eyes. I nod.
“Okay, I can make this work,” I mutter and bite my lip. I snap my fingers when it clicks into place for me. “I got it. Here. The plumbing would be more efficient and cost effective if we move the baths here.
“The closets can move here, giving each master suite a spacious master walk-in. That still leaves a huge footprint for the bedroom,” I say, nodding at my own words.
Owen kisses the side of my head. “Perfect, baby girl, that’s what I was thinking. Why don’t you draw up the changes for me? I’ll check them when you’re done. I need to run some numbers and look at something else,” he replies.
I take the pencil from his hand, staring at him in awe. He’s really going to allow me to draw out these changes. It’s only been a week and he doesn’t do things totally by CAD. I’ve been sort of hyped to use paper and pencil. However, one mistake and I could ruin the entire thing, I could cost him thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars.
He stands and gives my shoulder a squeeze. “You can do this. I’ll look them over,” he repeats.
He turns and moves to the drafting table with more blueprints spread out on it. I stare after him for a few beats, still in shock. Owen, however, gets back to work. I note how sexy he looks with his slacks on and his sleeves rolled above his elbows.
I smile to myself. We may work from his place every day, but we dress as if going into the office. I wish I would have packed more.
I shrug off the thought and turn my attention back to the table. As I wipe my hands on my circle skirt, I give myself a pep talk before I scoot to the floor and get to work. I can do this.
Apparently, I get so focused on the blueprints I lose track of time. I’ve just finished addressing the rooms in the west wing when Owen grabs my attention.
“It’s quitting time, darlin’. It’s time you eat something,” he says as he stands with a tray in his hands.
I furrow my brows, but quickly roll up the blueprints and move everything aside. When he puts the tray down, I see he’s made us sandwiches and has a pitcher of sweet tea and two glasses. I can’t help but smile.
“You made this for us?” I tease.
His cheeks turn red under his beard. “Don’t get too excited. Pastrami and cheese are the extent of my culinary skills.”
“And here I thought you were hopeless in the kitchen.”
“Bite the sandwich first. I might be,” he says with humor in his voice.
I pick up the sandwich and take a bite. It’s amazing. I don’t even mind the onions on it. I nod my head and look over my shoulder at him sitting on the couch.
“Not bad at all.”
He smiles and grunts before grabbing the plate with his