Redeeming The Billionaire (The Sherbrookes of Newport Book 5) by Christina Tetreault Read Free Book Online Page B

green or more of a lime green?”
    “I’d say more of a fire engine red and green similar to the beads in your necklace.”
    She glanced down at her necklace and then up again at Trent, her eyes locking with his. “Forest green,” she mumbled like an idiot unable to look away from his intense eyes. A beautiful shade of sapphire blue shared by many of the Sherbrookes.
    “A shade or two lighter is nice, too.”
    His comment reminded her they still had more questions to get through. “Okay, what colors do you dislike?” She focused on the blinking cursor on the screen.
    “Yellow,” he answered with no hesitation. “And that brown coffee becomes after you add cream to it.”
    The amusement in his voice had her looking over at him again. When she saw the smile on his face her own lips curled upward and some of her anxiety washed away. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    Quickly, they went through the remainder of her questions. “I’d like to get some measurements of the office now, if you don’t mind.” She leaned over and pulled an electric tape measure from her bag. As she straightened back up, a hand settled on her arm causing her stomach to flip flop.
    “No, of course not, but before you do that I’d like to apologize.”
    Nothing he had said or done since the start of their meeting required an apology.
    “The picture in the paper,” he said as she continued to think over their meeting so far. “I don’t know who sold it to the paper, but I hope it hasn’t caused you any problems.”
    Oh, why did he have to bring that up today? The whole idea that some reporter had linked them together embarrassed her. “It shocked me, but it hasn’t caused me any problems.”
    As he moved his hand, he gave her a smile and once again her stomach did a little shimmy. There was no mistaking why women around the world threw themselves at him. Not only did he have an overabundance of money and charm, but he was drop dead gorgeous to top it off. In many ways it struck her as unfair that one man would have so much going for him.
    Holding up her electronic tape measure she pushed back her chair. “Once I get some measurements I can create some models based on your preferences.”
    Next to her, Trent stood as well. “Excellent. How long does that generally take?”
    “It varies. Did you have a specific time frame in mind?” She crossed to the opposite side of the office to measure the width between the office door and the windows.
    While she took measurements, he remained near the table, but his eyes followed her. Or at least she thought they did. The hairs on the back of her neck said they did. You’re imagining things. While she waited for an answer, she returned to her computer and typed in the measurements.
    “The sooner the better, Addison.” The sound of her name in his deep sensual voice washed over her like a warm caress.
    “I could have some preliminary designs for you by Friday.” It would require a late night or two, but she could get it done.
    “Friday, my day is booked solid until about six o’clock. Would that work for you?”
    She’d have to ask Chloe to cover her shift at the bakery, but that shouldn’t be a problem. She’d covered for her cousin more than enough in the past. “I’ll have some ideas ready for you by then.” She powered down her laptop prepared to leave.
    Trent smiled. “I look forward to seeing what you come up with and perhaps we can discuss another project then.”
    It took all her will power to push down the excitement surging forward. He’d not even seen her work yet, but already had another project in mind. She couldn’t screw this opportunity up.
    “I understand you do interior design work as well as decorating,” he began.
    Addie nodded. “Yes, although lately I’ve done more decorating and staging.”
    “Last year I purchased a home in Newport. I’m interested in having it redesigned. If you’re interested I’d like to get your ideas for it as well.”
    Her hands