Pull You In (Rivers Brothers #3) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,84
point out that it might open the space up more if the set was moved to the other side of the room. Closer to the door where the room service cart would come in."
Damn him.
He was right.
That was possibly the most frustrating part about him.
He was usually right.
I mean, I was too.
The original designs were amazing.
But after he fought with me for some adjustment, it made it perfect.
At this point, I wasn't even sure why he'd bothered to hire me when he had such a good eye himself.
No.
I wasn't going to let myself think that, let old insecurities creep in. I was good at what I did. Exceptional, even. And, soon, everyone in the city in the market for an interior designer would see that as well.
"Miss Welch?"
"Right. I'm making a note," I told him, reaching to do so, mostly to cover the fact that I had been lost in my own mind there for a moment, since there was no way I was going to unsee the wrong placement of that dining set now. "Okay. The bedroom."
"Yes, Miss Welch," he agreed, falling into step beside me. "The bedroom," he added, and I swear his voice slithered over my skin.
Surely, he didn't mean for that to sound as sexy as it did, as darkly promising? Yes, this man managed to promise things... darkly. Apparently, being wealthy, gorgeous, and cocky made you capable of things us mere mortals could only dream of.
Elias had been particular about the suites, knowing that the ultra-rich would not settle for anything less than grand. Which was what the contractors had been around doing. Transforming the eight normal suites into four massive ones.
So the bedrooms were twice the size as they used to be. It was useless space, of course, since there was no reason to have so much space around the king-sized bed, but Elias was going for impressive, not practical.
"See? It works," I told him, waving toward the bed.
I was seriously considering doing something similar in my own bedroom, I liked the finished product so much.
Maybe I'd do less black.
Though, I had to admit, the all black bedding and the black tufted headboard gave the space a sleek, sexy, upscale look.
I wanted to fall into it and sleep for a week.
I'd earned it for dealing with Elias Kole for so long.
"Hm," he said, walking over toward the bed, grabbing the top of the headboard, trying to jiggle it.
"It doesn't give," I told him. "It's screwed to the wall," I added.
"The wood would work as well," he insisted.
"No, it wouldn't."
"And why is that?"
"Because wood is impractical. It scratches and gouges and loses its sheen. It shows its wear quickly. And that is the last thing you want your guests to see."
"I imagine you are worried the wood might... break," he said, making my brows pinch.
"Break? No. I don't imagine you will have many guests trying to break your headboards in half."
"Not trying to break the headboards, no," he agreed.
"Then I don't know what you mean," I said, shaking my hand.
"Want me to show you?" he asked, turning slightly to look down at me. "Miss Welch?" he added, tone going even more silky than usual.
An actual shiver moved through me at the sound.
And not one of the internal ones.
Oh, no.
Nope.
It was one of those out-and-proud, no mistaking it ones.
And this bastard had obsessive attention to detail; He never missed a thing.
He saw it.
And I swear a strange rumbling noise moved through his chest in response.
"Show me what, Mr. Kole?" I asked, when I damn well knew the smart move was to turn and walk a few feet away, get out of the bedroom as a whole.
Nothing good could come of me and Elias Kole in a room with a bed.
Not when my body had all sorts of ideas that my head was starting to think might not be completely terrible.
I mean, if a man could bring shivers with a voice, imagine what he could do with his tongue? With his cock?
"Show you why you might be right after all," he clarified, the look in those eyes of his making my stomach wobble.
"I am always interested in being proven right," I told him, taking a deep breath, feeling it shake on my exhale as he moved a step closer still, his body brushing me he was so close.
"Yeah?" he asked, ducking his head a bit.
"Yes," I agreed, putting down the notebooks I'd been carrying.