The House Project

As I pulled up to the little town house, set far back from the highway, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I had just gotten the call yesterday. Mr. Thomas Langley (very rich and very high up on the social latter) had given me fantastic reviews when I had designed his mansion, but to top it all off now he wanted me to decorate his son's house. It surprised me greatly that this house was no bigger then a normal family house, when his fathers was out of this world. With the gigantic pillars on either side of the huge french doors, and the magnificent spiral staircase inside. I parked and grabbed my brief case from the passenger seat. I always do my research on someone before consulting with them. Opening it I read my notes.

Micheal (Mike) Langley

24 years old. worked for his father as the manager of the family owned company "Tempa"- a construction company very well known. Until something happened and he left to start his very own construction company "Ravna" now in competition with his father. Single, although rumour has it, he's a player. (That part made me frown)

Shaking my head I exited my red Honda and walked up to the faded green door. I looked at my watch, I was 5 minutes early. I rang the doorbell anyway and waited. A very handsome man answered the door, wearing nothing but a towel- dripping wet. I sucked in a deep breath as I took him in. My eyes went wide as my gaze traveled from his prominent abs, to the bulge of his arm muscles. My eyes traveled up to his angelic face, his deep blue eyes, were set right beneath his black eye brows. His perfectly strait nose met his red lips and all of that was surrounded by the darkest of black hair.

The man smirked. 'Like what you see?" He asked gesturing to his glorious body. I blushed a deep fuchsia. "My apologies sir, my name is Isabella Grant. Your father called me to design your house. He said you would be expecting me?" I said in my most professional voice, trying to recover from the momentary lapse. "Oh that's right, the old man did say something about that... Welcome." He said gesturing for me to come in. As I entered the house, the first thing that I noticed were all the box's. It seemed that we were in what was meant to be a living room. It was decorated a tiny bit. With a flat screen hung up above the wood fireplace. A large black leather sectional was in the middle of the room among the box's, and there was a large floor length mirror up against one wall. 

"Please excuse the mess, as you can probably tell, I just moved here. If you would excuse me for a second I will go change." He said and with that left the room. I walked over to the mirror and looked at my reflection. I was ordinary, my long dark brown hair was pulled up into my usual high ponytail and my bright green eyes were accented by black mascara and eyeliner and my lips where coated in my favorite gloss, cherry blossom. Today I was decked out in my purple and black striped button up top and my black leather skirt that went to just above my knees. 

I turned around just in time to see Mr.Langley walk back into the room, wearing a simple black V-neck and a pair of navy blue jeans. Too simple, to look so good. "My eyes are up here Miss Grant." He said with another one of his smirks. I again, blushed a new shade of red as I realized he had caught me checking him out for the second time in less then 15 minutes. "My apologies" I murmured. "What room would you like to start with?" I asked. "Follow me". He answered, and led me down the hallway. 

The room we entered was completely empty. Nothing on the walls, no furniture, just plain white walls and a simple light fixture. The room was quite large though. "Since I just moved here, I have been sleeping on the couch, I want this room to be my bedroom. You get to decide paint colors, to furniture, to light fixtures, and let me remind you that money is no issue." He said. "Maybe this is none of my business, but if money is no problem, then why didn't you purchase a more extravagant house, like your father." I asked with mild curiosity. "Your right, that is none of your business. But if you must know, I like the simplicity in life, I have no need for a big house. Unlike my father." he answered with gritted teeth. I sensed not to push the subject, with a nod I began to walk around the room. My mind was already picturing the perfect furniture, and the perfect paint to go with it. Like I always did. I love my job!