princesses liked to get their hands dirty. Still, he knew she used those hands every day as a chef. The one time he had touched her today to shake her hand, the slight roughness of her palm had proven to him she wasn't above manual labor.
Since it was too easy to imagine that hand touching him again, running all along his body, making him crazy hard and needy, he drove that idea out of his head by blasting on the cold water until he was shivering and all thoughts of Bianca had been cleansed from his mind and body.
Then and only then did he exit the shower and dress, hoping to make it an early night.
But as he walked past his drafting desk, the blueprints screamed for attention and he recognized he wouldn't be able to truly exorcise Bianca from his system until he gave her his bid.
Hopefully she'd turn it down and save them both a load of grief.
* * *
Bianca and Eduardo were in the kitchen two days later, talking to someone in the kitchen when Rey arrived to drop off his bid and his suggested changes for their plans. As he walked in, Bianca noticed his entry and swung open the door to the kitchen.
“We’ll only be a little bit longer. Would you mind waiting?” she asked.
“Anything for you, Princess,” he said and winked, intentionally pushing her buttons to hopefully piss her off enough that she’d decide she’d never ever want to work with him.
“Thanks, Rey,” she replied tightly and he knew that if she could have, she would have slammed the door in his face. Instead, it just whooshed back and forth loudly from the force of her shove.
Smiling, Rey made himself comfortable on one of the stools at the bar. As he sat there, he glanced around the interior of the restaurant and pictured how it might look when it was done. Once again excitement rose up in him at the chance to work on the project, but he fought it back with one thought.
Bianca.
A few minutes later, Eduardo and Bianca walked out with their visitor, amicably chatting as they escorted him to the front door.
Now that he had more time to really study her, he decided that she was looking innocent today. Innocent mode being way more dangerous than the seductress he had seen a couple of days earlier. Faded jeans hugged her shapely legs and an incredible ass. Because of the late summer heat, she wore a skimpy tank top that exposed the toned muscles of her arms and the fine lines of her collarbone and shoulders. He wouldn't even think about the fact she had to be braless beneath the shirt.
Her hair was tucked up in a ponytail as he had imagined, but with tendrils of loose hair around her face, and long wispy bangs. He hadn't noticed the bangs the other day or the trio of earrings adorning one ear, making her look way too young.
He slipped off the stool and handed her the blueprints and a slim, dark blue folder with the name of his construction company embossed on it. "I just wanted to drop these by," he said and hated that his voice sounded husky.
"Thanks, we weren't really expecting your bid so soon," Bianca replied with forced civility as she accepted the papers from him.
"I know you want to get going. I tried to do what I could to save you money. I also made some alterations in the original design. I hope you like the changes."
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels, feeling like a bug under a microscope as she unrolled the copies of the blueprints he had marked up, and she and Eduardo perused them.
Their confusion was obvious as they looked at the plans.
He leaned over, close to her, and pointed out the changes, what they meant structurally and how they affected the costs for the job.
"But how will that change the whole look of the place?" she asked and peered around the interior of the restaurant, as if visualizing it, before looking up to meet his gaze.
It was then he realized how near they were to one another. Her lips were barely inches from his, and up this close, it was impossible to miss that her