London Falling (Falling #2)(48)
Tripp was a ladies’ man. Yes, he batted for both teams, but the ladies literally fell at the man’s feet. He had an air of confidence that attracted both sexes. If anyone could help Dylan with the art of picking up a lady, it was Tripp. It would also help him get past his own insecurities over Collier.
The next issue was the reveal. Usually I didn’t plan with such a tight window of time, but the wedding deadline had me pushing the limits with my contractors.
Actually that gave me an idea. I wondered if Hank’s company could spare a couple men for the project? That would help ensure my deadlines.
I pulled Hank’s company’s number on my cell phone.
“Jensen Construction, Cami speaking,” a small sweet voice spoke through the receiver.
Cami? Who the hell was that? “I’m sorry. I was expecting Rosie?”
“Yes, Rosie’s still here. She’s the office administrator. I’m the new receptionist. Just started today actually,” the woman’s voice held a twinge of nervousness.
“This is London Kelley. I need to speak with Hank. Can you put him on?”
“Actually, he’s busy at the moment. Is there something I can help you with?”
I wanted to come back with a smart retort that there was not anything she could help me with, but something in what she didn’t say gave me pause.
“I’m his soon to be sister-in-law. Whatever he’s doing, he’ll take my call.”
“I’m sorry Ms. Kelley. Hank is in his office with his fiancée and said not to bother him no matter what.” She was clearly concerned that I was about to be angry. I was for a moment. If Aspen is there, I know exactly what they’re doing. Those two can’t keep their hands off one another.
“Beautiful blond, suit, pregnant?”
“She’s pregnant? Oh that’s amazing. She doesn’t look it at all. Yes, she’s incredibly gorgeous.” Cami offered happily. Probably not something a receptionist should share with just anyone but the more she spoke the more I wanted to get to know her.
“That’s my sister. Tell you what, take a message. Tell Hank I need to talk to him when he finishes with Aspen. Tell my sister I’ll see her at one, as planned. Got it?”
The woman was quiet, then finally responded. “I have a message for Mr. Jensen to call London Kelley and the message is urgent. I have a message for Ms. Reynolds that you will meet her at one, as planned.”
“You’re good. How do you like the job so far?”
“Thank you. I love it. Everyone is so nice and Mr. Jensen is a gentleman. Asked me if I’d like a cup of coffee and had a muffin on my desk as a welcome when I started this morning. Meeting Oliver and getting this job is my dream come true,” she whispered.
Oliver. Of course. Ollie would find a sweet little thing who only wants to work. He’s the only other person I know who seems to have a keen sense about people. He can fetter out the bullshit people try to sell regularly.
“I look forward to meeting you, Cami. I think you’ll enjoy working for Hank. Plus, he’s good eye-candy, isn’t he? But hands off. My sister looks like an angel but brings out the claws when it comes to her man.” I laughed.
“Oh my. I’d never!”
“Relax. I’m just kidding. It was great talking to you, Cami. I look forward to meeting you in person someday.”
“Me, too, Ms. Kelley. I’ll give Mr. Jensen and Ms. Reynolds your messages. Goodbye.”
She hung up and I got ready to meet with the contractors for the day. Hank called thirty minutes later and agreed to release a couple guys for the week to help finish the renovation more quickly. He said his guys would be happy for the extra weekend work; if they did well, I’d move some of my business to Jensen Construction. Having close connections to a builder is a decorator’s dream come true.
The renovation was planned and all the furniture would show up in a few days, along with the special art piece and the new entertainment center. Flat screen, surround sound, six disc changer, the works was being put in. A jetted tub and shower would be installed, big enough for a several bodies. Not that Dylan was going to go man-whore style like Tripp would. Having the option to have some acrobatic sex was a good thing for a bachelor.
The plan with Dylan was to give him a bachelor pad that was sexy enough to awe the ladies yet not make his family balk. I’d purchased a set of dark gray leather couches that fit his lifestyle and age. My client loved fast cars and that was the one thing he splurged on, until my contract of course.
An artist I knew designed a glass top table that had a square see-through stand that highlighted different car ornaments within it, such as the leaping jaguar, a BMW license plate and several other choice trinkets, including the steering wheel from a winning Indie 500 racecar and a checkered flag. I’d seen the table’s design and decided it was tasteful and would be a real show piece. I couldn’t wait for Dylan to see the final product.
His bedroom was going to be a three-hundred and sixty-degree job. Everything in it needed to go. Currently, he had a treadmill and weight bench, white walls and boring bed and nightstand. The picture of a race car framed over the bed did not say, ‘Hey hottie, want to stay the night?’ It said, ‘I’m still sixteen and I don’t know how to be an adult.’
I’d ordered him a huge new bed that sat atop a low cappuccino colored platform, a very minimal Asian inspired design. A large tapestry in rich colors and shapes would hang behind the bed. Very gender neutral. The back wall would be painted a rich mocha to add warmth and would be a nice backdrop for the hanging. The work out equipment would be moved into an in-home gym, complete with all new equipment, flat screens and a sound system. He had two more bedrooms in the apartment. One would be a game room and the other his guest room.