The sound of thunder rumbled across the sky and the heavy downpour increased in response, severe and unyielding in the attack of everything that failed to get out of it's part. "Great" Daenerys Targaryen cursed herself yet again for not taking the time to empty the two car garage of all the furniture and fixtures stored in it from the last house. On a day like today, when she didn't have an umbrella, sliding into the garage would have been a welcome relief from being drenched from the torrential rain. She hurried to the front door of her house as fast as her skin legs could propel her. Her favourite black purse slipped from her shoulder and she grappled with it, trying not to drop the two paper bags filled with groceries. Balancing one bag on her hip, she twisted her body, shoved the key in the hole, and pushed open the door. Inside she rested the soaked bags and her purse on the table against the wall. She stepped out of her pumps, and moaned in relief, wiggling the toes on her aching feet. With her feet planted on the hardwood floor, she picked up the paper bags and proceeded to the kitchen down the hall to the right. She unpacked the groceries, making sure to leave out the small tray of vegetables and ranch dressing she picked up for dinner. Settling onto one of the stools around the island with a bottle of water from the refrigerator, she proceeded to return the texts sent by her subordinates in the time it took her to travel from the grocery store to home. Checking voice message was the next task. "Hi sugar plum, this is your brother." As if she wouldn't recognise the voice. Who else would be calling her sugar plum? Daenerys smiled as she rolled her neck to relieve the tense muscles. "It's raining awfully hard out here, so I'm spending the night at Renly's after our card game. It's too dangerous to drive in this kind of weather at night. I'll give you a call later and let you know if my plans change. Love you." Maybe I'll have a glass of wine and watch a movie, Daenerys thought. With her brother spending the night at his friend's, she would have the house to herself for the first time since the moved in three months ago. After her hetic day, she welcomed the thought of relaxing in front of the fire place and watching a movie alone. The next message started. "Hello Ms. Targaryen" an unfamiliar male voice said. "I'm sorry I'm running late. My last appointment went longer than planned and traffic is backed up on the highway. I'm on my way there and should arrive soon. If you prefer to wait until tomorrow then give me a call and I'll stop by first thing in the morning before I head to any of my other jobs." The male voice then rattled off a number. "Dang it!" Daenerys hoped off the bar stool and made a dash towards the master bedroom on the main floor. She'd forgotten someone from Snow Constructions was coming by to give her an estimate on finishing the basement. Calling him to cancel was out of the question because she wanted the work to start in a couple of weeks. She stripped off her wet blouse and skirt and pulled on a pair of faded blue jeans and a button down long sleeved green shirt. Fortunately for her the heavy rain, which had turned her normal thirty minutes commute and Friday night stop at the grocery store into a two hour affair, had also forced him to be delayed. As usual whenever heavy rains fell in Kingslanding, accidents cropped up on the highway like weeds,and traffic slowed like rubber-neckers ogled the collisions. If she hadn't got familiar with taking the back roads after purchasing the house, she'd probably still be stuck on the highway instead of being at home. Daenerys brushed the sides of her damp hair, patting the tightly held French roll as if it was about to slip out of place. Moments later , the doorbell rang. At the front door she peered through the peep hole. "Yes ?" She called cautiously. She couldn't see the face of the man standing outside. All she has was a distorted view of his chin and chest, and since night had fallen, she wanted to be sure it was Mr. Snow before she opened the door. "Good evening, Ms. Targaryen? It's Jon Snow with Snow Constructions." Daenerys undid the lock and swung open the door. She drew a silent involuntary breath. Behind him big drops of rain sliced down against the backdrop of the black sky. She stepped back to allow him space to enter. Lean and muscular Jon Snow stood before her in the foyer. He certainly commanded attention. He was not that tall, his height about two feet more than her, however still giving him the advantage of inches over her. "Sorry for coming by so late. It couldn't be avoided." Warm grey eyes smiled into hers and Daenerys lost her voice. When she caught herself she offered a faint smile. "No problem." It wasn't often Daenerys found herself robbed of speech. In her position as principal at her firm, she long ago learned to speak up in a room full of men. It was unsettling for this man to render her speechless. "It's really bad out there"he said. A musky combination of rain, woody Cologne and smoke emanated from him. Rather than being repulsed from it, she found it rather appealing. Her gaze fell to the tattoo of a wolf in his sculpted right arm, revealed because the sleeve of his black t-shirt was cut off. His pale skin glistened from the layer of water coating it, and his wet shirt clung to his chest, hinting at more muscles underneath. While he politely wiped his feet in the rug, she continued her shameless perusal. He was certainly good looking, a real man's man, with a jaw covered with a beard neatly trimmed, his curly black hair pulled back into a bun at the top of his head and beads of water dotted throughout as if someone has glued tiny diamonds to random strands. Without warning he lifted his gaze from the rug and the heat of embarrassment coursed up her neck and into her cheeks. "Um....Thank you for coming despite the weather Mr.Snow" she said affecting a brisk professional tone. She was irritated with herself. Her breathless response made her sound like a teenage girl trying to play grown up when encountered by her crush. Time to pull herself together. She stuck out her hand. "I'm Daenerys Targaryen." "Jon Snow. But please call me Jon, everyone else does." When he took her hand the rough texture of his skin suggested years of labour and hard work. Warmth which had originally settled along her neck and face transferred to the hand he held in his. Little sparks scurried towards her shoulders, setting off alarm bells that she was way too attracted to this man. With an abrupt tug she severed contact and freed herself from invasive warmth activated by his touch. "If your ready I'll take you downstairs and show you the basement." Jon nodded, his inviting sensuous lips turned up in a smile. Daenerys moved to the basement door, determined to ignore the fluttering in her stomach. Perturbed by her silly response to a complete stranger, her hand gripped the handrail on the way down the staircase. She shoved aside her feelings. She hadn't been attracted to a man in a long time and in walks a sexy, brooding blue collar type. It was the uniqueness of it all. That must be it. She didn't want to be bothered with men, choosing instead to concentrate on her career. Once she had been foolish, placed her dreams on hold in exchange the f being supportive of the man in her life and the certainty of a future together --which hadn't been certain at all. She brushed off her Instant attraction to Jon Snow and saw it for what it was: an abnormal occurrence best ignored. At this point in her life she was happy. Men bought nothing but complications, and she didn't have time for complications. **************************************************** Jon Snow followed the attractive woman down the steep staircase into the heart of her basement. He had been working all day and he smelled like it. Considering how dirty and unkempt he looked, it was a wonder she even let him in. The handshake had unsettled him. She had shaken his had with a firm, confident pumping motion, yet incongruously her skin was soft and her fingers delicate to touch. He tended to like his women more rough, but something about her captured and held his attention. Maybe it was those purple eyes of hers (who has purple eyes?), Set in a face with milky skin. A man could loose himself in those eyes. He noticed them the minute he stepped through the door, framed by thick lashes that looked that they have been brushed with charcoal, right under perfectly arched eyebrows. Or maybe it was her immaculate coiffed silver hair, (illuminated by the overhead light, it shone golden), pulled back from her heart-shaped face in a tight neat style. He studied her clothing. Her plain looking shirt, buttoned to the collar, was tucked into the waistband of a pair of jeans painted on her small body. From his vantage point behind her, he had a good view of surprisingly shapely thighs and hips on such a small and slim woman. He smiled to himself. She was definitely easy on the eyes. ****************************************************"This is the space"Daenerys said. They walked through the unfinished area. And she pointed out where she wanted to have the various rooms. Her vision included the creation of an office suite and kitchenette. One of the rooms could become a movie room with a large screen and surround sound, perfect for when her nieces or nephews spent the night or the weekends. Using a laser tool, Jon took measurements and wrote everything down on a notepad. Periodically he asked questions to make sure he understood her needs. "What kind of work do you do? " he asked at one point. "I'm a venture capitalists." He glanced over his shoulder at her with a quizzical expression. "I've heard about that, bit what exactly do you guys do ? You invest in businesses, right ?" "Yes, but not just any businesses" Daenerys replied. "We invest in businesses with a potential to make a lot of money in a short amount of time. My firm concentrates on technology companies. Investors are taking a huge risk and they expect a huge reward in return." Jon nodded, as he scribbled on his pad. His movements caused the muscles in his arm to bunch as he wrote, and Daenerys was overtaken by the insane impulse to smooth the tips of her fingers over the flexed tissue to see if it was as firm to the touch as it appeared. She wished now she hadn't worn the long sleeve shirt. She felt rather warm. When he finished they migrated towards the staircase. "Well"Daenerys asked "how long do you think this will take ?"
"I should have the entire basement done for you in about six weeks." He looked down at his notepad and wrote something then looked up at her again. "When would you like to get started?"
His arresting dark gaze sent a tingle down the length of her spine. Goodness, she needed to get out more.
"I'd like to get started in about two weeks."
Jon nodded." No problem. I will work up an estimate and email the entire package with sketches on Monday. You can put your email address right here."
He moved closer, and Daenerys took the notepad. His scent- the scent of a man who worked all day- crowded out her ability to think. Focusing proved difficult and she almost forgot her email address.
"There" she said. Giving him back his notepad once her memory returned. It was time to get him out of her house.
He looked at what she wrote. "Great, that's all I need for now."
Daenerys led him back up the flight of steps to the first floor.
At the door he turned to her. " I'll be in touch Ms. Targaryen" he promised, offering her another one of his warm smiles.
"Please call me Daenerys." Calling her by her last name seemed too formal, and since he would be in and out of her home for atleast six weeks, they could be on friendlier terms. "Alright..... Daenerys." The first time she noticed a semblance of an accent. He made her name sound very exotic. In fact her entire name sounded like music, when he said it. It was different. She liked it. Way too much. Daenerys didn't respond, instead choosing to close the door swiftly behind him once he stepped back into the rain filled night. She stood there for a moment with her hand in the doorknob after he left, trying to understand why her pulse was racing.
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Jon bobbed his head to the sound of guns and roses blaring through the speakers of his charcoal grey pick-up. For some reason his thoughts continued to drift back to Daenerys Targaryen. She was very attractive. She was the kind of woman who would turn heads in a crowd, she could never be over looked. Despite the hatd as nails exterior, he couldn't help feeling as if she needed protecting. It was odd, but that was his first impression of her.
Then his hormones took over. She may not be his type, but that didn't prevent his imagination from running rampant with thoughts he shouldn't have about a future client. He didn't doubt her attraction to him too. He caught her staring in the foyer.
Successful independent women like Daenerys Targaryen often had a thing for men like him, which was the problem. It was only "a thing". That's why he didn't date her type anymore. They liked the thrill of dating a blue collar man but when it came time for the friends and family introductions, they couldn't go through with it.
He wouldn't be going down that road again. He had more important things to worry about, like expanding his business.
Jon cranked up the music even louder to drown out his thoughts.
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Worth Waiting For
RomanceDaenerys Targaryen doesn't have time for love. Been there, done that and she has scars to prove it. instead she's focused on her career. For the past few years she has been living the life she wants. She drives a silver mercedes, just purchased a fo...
