Ashley stared at her drawings.
She had a building plan
due on Monday, but she couldn t concentrate on central
lighting or load bearing walls when all she really wanted to
do was daydream about her last architectural job.
Or more
accurately, the...
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Ashley stared at her drawings.
She had a building plan
due on Monday, but she couldn t concentrate on central
lighting or load bearing walls when all she really wanted to
do was daydream about her last architectural job.
Or more
accurately, the way-too-sexy client who hired her to rework
his master bedroom suite.
God, Gregory Mason had to know how adorable he was,
though he showed no trace of arrogance or cockiness.
Quick
with a smile, his blond hair artfully messy.
Right here at her
desk Ashley squirmed as the memory of his scent washed
over her.
And his home.
An architect s wet dream.
Earthy colors,
natural materials, all lines and angles worked into the
surrounding mountainside so that it looked more like nature
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