Dare To Love Series: Hot Dare (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Avery Flynn Page B
Authors: Avery Flynn
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clasped her hands together, relief filtering through her. “Oh, that’s great.”
“Yes.” Lisa green eyes warmed. “Which of course makes me happy. She says you really get what she’s looking for and aren’t trying to push things on her she doesn’t want. Apparently she had a bad experience once with a designer.”
“I’d never do that.”
“I know. And she says you’re really going above and beyond to source the exact furnishings and accessories she wants. I just wanted to give you that feedback and tell you how much I appreciate all the extra time you’re putting into this.”
“Thank you. I’m enjoying it.” Micki patted the sample on her desk. “I’m thinking this carpet for their den. It’s pure wool.”
Lisa nodded approvingly. “It’s lovely. I concur. Okay, I’m done for today. Have a good evening.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Lisa disappeared down the hall to her office. Micki’s boss was a hard worker who’d built her design business into a highly successful and sought-after service in New York City. She’d put in a lot of long hours over the years, but since she and her husband Tom had been together she’d been balancing work and private life more. Micki respected her for that. She herself had put in a lot of hours, when project deadlines loomed and demanding clients changed their minds ten times about what color they wanted their living room walls or decided they had to have Waterford dog bowls that matched their decor. But since meeting Garrett, she too liked going home at a decent hour to spend time with her man.
Garrett worked long hours too, of course. As CEO of Caulfield Communications, his days were super busy and he often worked late into the evenings, although not as much as he used to.
Mrs. Constantinides had called her boss to tell her she was doing a good job! Micki pumped a fist into the air and then couldn’t resist dancing a couple of jubilant circles, arms in the hair, hips swinging.
“Celebrating something?”
Micki jumped and turned to see her co-worker Isabelle Dare standing in the door, grinning.
“Izzy! I didn’t know you were in the office today.” Heat flooded her cheeks at being caught dancing around in her office. But at least it wasn’t a client, or Lisa.
“I just came in for a meeting with a client. Thought I’d stop by and say hi on my way out.”
Isabelle had been working from home since the birth of her baby, doing some smaller consulting jobs for Lisa Stern Designs.
Micki smiled back. “One of my clients told Lisa I’m doing a good job.”
“Awesome! Always nice to get compliments instead of complaints.”
“Yes, totally! How’s Noah?”
“He’s so good.” Isabelle beamed. The love Isabelle felt for her child glowed on her face as she chatted about her son.
Micki felt a twinge of envy. She and Isabelle had talked over lunch one day about how they both longed for family, Isabelle because she’d never had that growing up, Micki because she had had a warm, loving family and wanted to create her own. They’d discovered they had a lot in common in the time since Isabelle had rejoined the firm—their creativity and esthetic sense, the importance of friends and family, and they’d even ended up with similar men.
Isabelle’s husband Gabe was a strong, powerful businessman and she’d hinted that Gabe was also strong and dominant in the bedroom. As was Garrett. So although they’d never shared a lot of explicit details, Micki sensed that Isabelle had needs similar to her own.
“So he’s putting on a lot of weight,” Isabelle finished, clearly talking about Noah, not Gabe. “How’s Garrett? He and Gabe are supposed to golf this week.”
“Right, he told me that. He’s good. We’re having dinner tonight.” She paused, her stomach muscles tightening. She bit her lip and peeked at Isabelle through her eyelashes. Should she say
“Yes.” Lisa green eyes warmed. “Which of course makes me happy. She says you really get what she’s looking for and aren’t trying to push things on her she doesn’t want. Apparently she had a bad experience once with a designer.”
“I’d never do that.”
“I know. And she says you’re really going above and beyond to source the exact furnishings and accessories she wants. I just wanted to give you that feedback and tell you how much I appreciate all the extra time you’re putting into this.”
“Thank you. I’m enjoying it.” Micki patted the sample on her desk. “I’m thinking this carpet for their den. It’s pure wool.”
Lisa nodded approvingly. “It’s lovely. I concur. Okay, I’m done for today. Have a good evening.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Lisa disappeared down the hall to her office. Micki’s boss was a hard worker who’d built her design business into a highly successful and sought-after service in New York City. She’d put in a lot of long hours over the years, but since she and her husband Tom had been together she’d been balancing work and private life more. Micki respected her for that. She herself had put in a lot of hours, when project deadlines loomed and demanding clients changed their minds ten times about what color they wanted their living room walls or decided they had to have Waterford dog bowls that matched their decor. But since meeting Garrett, she too liked going home at a decent hour to spend time with her man.
Garrett worked long hours too, of course. As CEO of Caulfield Communications, his days were super busy and he often worked late into the evenings, although not as much as he used to.
Mrs. Constantinides had called her boss to tell her she was doing a good job! Micki pumped a fist into the air and then couldn’t resist dancing a couple of jubilant circles, arms in the hair, hips swinging.
“Celebrating something?”
Micki jumped and turned to see her co-worker Isabelle Dare standing in the door, grinning.
“Izzy! I didn’t know you were in the office today.” Heat flooded her cheeks at being caught dancing around in her office. But at least it wasn’t a client, or Lisa.
“I just came in for a meeting with a client. Thought I’d stop by and say hi on my way out.”
Isabelle had been working from home since the birth of her baby, doing some smaller consulting jobs for Lisa Stern Designs.
Micki smiled back. “One of my clients told Lisa I’m doing a good job.”
“Awesome! Always nice to get compliments instead of complaints.”
“Yes, totally! How’s Noah?”
“He’s so good.” Isabelle beamed. The love Isabelle felt for her child glowed on her face as she chatted about her son.
Micki felt a twinge of envy. She and Isabelle had talked over lunch one day about how they both longed for family, Isabelle because she’d never had that growing up, Micki because she had had a warm, loving family and wanted to create her own. They’d discovered they had a lot in common in the time since Isabelle had rejoined the firm—their creativity and esthetic sense, the importance of friends and family, and they’d even ended up with similar men.
Isabelle’s husband Gabe was a strong, powerful businessman and she’d hinted that Gabe was also strong and dominant in the bedroom. As was Garrett. So although they’d never shared a lot of explicit details, Micki sensed that Isabelle had needs similar to her own.
“So he’s putting on a lot of weight,” Isabelle finished, clearly talking about Noah, not Gabe. “How’s Garrett? He and Gabe are supposed to golf this week.”
“Right, he told me that. He’s good. We’re having dinner tonight.” She paused, her stomach muscles tightening. She bit her lip and peeked at Isabelle through her eyelashes. Should she say
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