our plan.”
***
About a week later, I stood outside the front door of the amazing mansion of Keith Morgan. I talked Stacey into letting me be the lead on this project.
She was reluctant at first, but when I reminded her that she had a lot in her plate and I had just wrapped up two projects, she relented.
I rang the doorbell and stood back.
I wasn’t nervous at all. I was confident that Stacy and I had a great plan for this house. After going through all of the photos we felt that our strategy was flawless.
Plus, I figured that it would be no problem for me to keep my promise to Stacy and David. Rich and powerful men like Keith Morgan don’t handle these things themselves. They have an assistant or liaison to take care of it. I blessed my lucky stars for that one. The last thing I wanted was to be alone with the man.
After a few minutes, a short balding black man opened the door. I opened my mouth to explain who I was when he raised a hand to silence me. He moved aside and I entered the house.
The balding man instructed me to follow him and I did taking note of the house as I walked through.
I wanted to say that the house was as beautiful inside as it was outside but that would be a lie. The house was bare and there were no architectural details that stood out to me.
I knew that pictures were not going to give me the best idea of what needed to be done to the house. However, we have an amazing plan.
It was obvious that he was in desperate need of our help. I gripped my portfolio instinctively knowing that we had just hit a huge payday.
I was led into a large family room off the kitchen and dining room area.
“Please have a seat. Mr. Morgan will be with you shortly,” he said and quickly vanished from the room.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Keith Morgan was here and he was going to be handling this meeting. I took a deep breath and told myself, there was no way he was handling this meeting alone. I’m sure he had a team of people or at least an assistant that would be helping him.
That thought made me feel better and I began to prepare. I moved some of his things off the table in front of me and laid out our plan for the kitchen, the bedrooms and the living room. Color swatches and fabrics were laid out and I was ready to go.
I looked up when I heard footsteps approaching. When he entered the room I felt like I had stopped breathing. He was more beautiful in person.
He wore black slacks and a gray buttoned up collared shirt. His attire was impeccable. I noticed that he was into the flashy with a Rolex on his wrist and a bracelet of diamonds on his other wrist.
I was immediately at a loss for words. I scrambled to my feet and he walked toward me with a smile on his face.
I extended my hand.
“I’m Hannah Jones.”
He approached me still smiling. This guy had swag and it showed in the way he walked into the room. He grabbed my extended hand and instead of shaking it, he placed his lips on it and kissed me gently.
“When I saw your picture on the website I knew you were the beautiful woman I saw after the game,” he complimented.
I smiled and I was sure my face was red.
“Yes, that was me.”
I pulled my hand from his grasp and walked over to the couch where I was sitting. He followed and sat down very close to me. I realized then that there was no one with him. I looked around trying to see if someone was coming or if I missed them.
“So, are we waiting for your assistant or someone else?” I asked praying that we would not be alone.
He smiled.
“I decided that I would handle this meeting on my own.”
I watched as he drunk in my appearance. I made sure that I was completely covered up despite how blistering hot outside it was.
I wore a knee length black pencil skirt with a button up short sleeved baby blue blouse. Every button was buttoned. Yet, when you have big breasts, you can’t always hide them.
“I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t want your attention to be
***
About a week later, I stood outside the front door of the amazing mansion of Keith Morgan. I talked Stacey into letting me be the lead on this project.
She was reluctant at first, but when I reminded her that she had a lot in her plate and I had just wrapped up two projects, she relented.
I rang the doorbell and stood back.
I wasn’t nervous at all. I was confident that Stacy and I had a great plan for this house. After going through all of the photos we felt that our strategy was flawless.
Plus, I figured that it would be no problem for me to keep my promise to Stacy and David. Rich and powerful men like Keith Morgan don’t handle these things themselves. They have an assistant or liaison to take care of it. I blessed my lucky stars for that one. The last thing I wanted was to be alone with the man.
After a few minutes, a short balding black man opened the door. I opened my mouth to explain who I was when he raised a hand to silence me. He moved aside and I entered the house.
The balding man instructed me to follow him and I did taking note of the house as I walked through.
I wanted to say that the house was as beautiful inside as it was outside but that would be a lie. The house was bare and there were no architectural details that stood out to me.
I knew that pictures were not going to give me the best idea of what needed to be done to the house. However, we have an amazing plan.
It was obvious that he was in desperate need of our help. I gripped my portfolio instinctively knowing that we had just hit a huge payday.
I was led into a large family room off the kitchen and dining room area.
“Please have a seat. Mr. Morgan will be with you shortly,” he said and quickly vanished from the room.
The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. Keith Morgan was here and he was going to be handling this meeting. I took a deep breath and told myself, there was no way he was handling this meeting alone. I’m sure he had a team of people or at least an assistant that would be helping him.
That thought made me feel better and I began to prepare. I moved some of his things off the table in front of me and laid out our plan for the kitchen, the bedrooms and the living room. Color swatches and fabrics were laid out and I was ready to go.
I looked up when I heard footsteps approaching. When he entered the room I felt like I had stopped breathing. He was more beautiful in person.
He wore black slacks and a gray buttoned up collared shirt. His attire was impeccable. I noticed that he was into the flashy with a Rolex on his wrist and a bracelet of diamonds on his other wrist.
I was immediately at a loss for words. I scrambled to my feet and he walked toward me with a smile on his face.
I extended my hand.
“I’m Hannah Jones.”
He approached me still smiling. This guy had swag and it showed in the way he walked into the room. He grabbed my extended hand and instead of shaking it, he placed his lips on it and kissed me gently.
“When I saw your picture on the website I knew you were the beautiful woman I saw after the game,” he complimented.
I smiled and I was sure my face was red.
“Yes, that was me.”
I pulled my hand from his grasp and walked over to the couch where I was sitting. He followed and sat down very close to me. I realized then that there was no one with him. I looked around trying to see if someone was coming or if I missed them.
“So, are we waiting for your assistant or someone else?” I asked praying that we would not be alone.
He smiled.
“I decided that I would handle this meeting on my own.”
I watched as he drunk in my appearance. I made sure that I was completely covered up despite how blistering hot outside it was.
I wore a knee length black pencil skirt with a button up short sleeved baby blue blouse. Every button was buttoned. Yet, when you have big breasts, you can’t always hide them.
“I’m glad I did. I wouldn’t want your attention to be
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