My body instantly flushes.
“I’ll see you on Monday, Eva,” he says casually, then walks past me and out of the office.
I hear the front door close while I’m still standing in my office, wondering what just happened.
Chapter Seven
Roman
How do I know that I’ve lost my damn mind? I think I realized it the moment I agreed to build her bookcases. The last thing I need is more time spent with the woman who is invading my thoughts—inappropriate thoughts.
I woke up today, pissed off at myself for making such a stupid mistake. Now, I have to see her at work and pretend I don’t find every little thing she does sexy as fuck.
“Mr. Bertini,” Dorothy says as she peeks her head into my office. “Eva is ready in the conference room for you.”
I take a deep, frustrated breath. “Thanks, Dorothy. I’ll be right there.”
When I walk into the conference room, she’s reaching across the long table to plug in her laptop to the USB port. Her ass, which is covered in a gray pencil skirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, is in arm’s length of my hand.
Dammit, I want to punish her for not knowing how tempting she is.
I walk past her and take a seat at the end of the table.
When she stands up, she sees me and smiles. “Good morning.”
I nod my head, unable to even pretend I’m happy to see her. “Morning.”
Her face falls when she realizes I’m not entertaining any idea that this is a pleasant meeting. She takes a seat two seats down to my right and clicks the mouse on her laptop, bringing the projector screen to her PowerPoint.
“As we discussed before, the guest rooms are not dirty or totally dated, so we are going to start with the lobby and the restaurant.”
“Agreed.”
She tightens her lips, as if she’s holding back saying something, then moves forward with the slides. The designs are exactly what I hoped they’d be and more. She has captured such an incredible balance between bringing back that glamorous period of time without making it look or feel outdated.
“Any comments or changes you’d like me to make?” she asks, shutting her laptop.
I lean back in my chair. “No. You nailed the design. I’m looking forward to seeing it all come together. When will you be ordering the materials?”
“Well, I need to work with the general contractor to get it started. I have your project manager’s information and will set up a meeting as soon as possible. I know you want to get this moving quickly.”
“Drew is a huge asset to our company. He oversees all of our renovations and new builds.”
She smiles. “I look forward to meeting him.”
I watch as she stands up from her chair and reaches for the USB plug in the center of the table, this time giving me a view down her blouse.
“Miss Harlow,” I growl through my clenched teeth, “you might consider being a professional and buttoning your blouse all the way.”
She looks down at her chest, then up at me. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“You should pay more attention.”
A flash of anger appears in her eyes. “Have I done something to offend you?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You’ve been very unwelcoming to me ever since I started. I feel like I must have done something wrong”—she glances down at her shirt again— “aside from not buttoning my shirt properly.”