She envisioned a shoe rack down the wall, as well as a high hanging rack for suits and formal dresses. Then, through the door, the dressing area, with full-length mirrors on two walls.
“That’s it,” she said. “That’s what we need in here.” Excitement coursed through her that she’d solved this problem. Now, she just needed to talk to Owen, because this wasn’t an easy fix for him. She was proposing more construction, more expenses with another door, mirrors, and that extra rack.
Still, she could see the closet in her mind, and it was exactly what this suite needed. She wasn’t the best salesperson on the planet, but she’d draw the blueprint for him and see what he said.
Owen loved blueprints, and Gina grinned to herself as she twisted to go find him. She’d gotten turned around in the room as the closet came to life inside her mind, and she stubbed her toe against the scaffolding.
“How’s it going?”
Gina yelped, first in pain, and then fright at the deep male voice. She hopped on her good foot, but that didn’t help her keep her balance.
She knew she was going down—and right in front of those dark, deep, dreamy eyes of Owen’s—before she did. She frantically reached for the scaffolding—anything to anchor herself—though her brain screamed at her that it was a bad idea. The last thing she needed was to pull the metal structure down on top of her.
She missed anyway, blast her poor coordination. The beautiful closet disappeared from her mind as she flopped backward, Owen’s voice somewhere beyond her going, “Gina.”
Everything happened so fast, and while Gina didn’t consider herself old by any means, her thirty-six-year-old body protested at the hardness of the floor against her tailbone, shoulders, and head.
Owen appeared in her vision. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to startle you.” He wore a look of pure panic, sorrow, and compassion.
All Gina could do was stare into those eyes that followed her into her dreams and shake her head.
“You’re not okay?” His gaze sharpened and he pulled out his phone. One tap. Two swipes, and he said, “Jillian, it’s Owen. I need medical on the fifth floor, suite 512.”
Gina kept shaking her head. “I’m okay.”
Owen looked very doubtful and kept his phone at his ear. “Gina Jackson fell.” He reached out with his free hand and swept his fingers across her face, letting them linger in her hair.
She couldn’t read his expression at all, but he jolted away from her as if he’d been shocked and sat back on his heels. “She’s talking…five minutes. Thank you, Jillian.”
He hung up and hovered over her again. “Someone is coming, Gina. Five minutes.”
As if she hadn’t heard him already. “I’m fine,” she said again, this time pushing herself into a seated position. At least all her running and beach yoga had made it possible for her to do such a thing. She’d taken up exercise after Ian, the partner who’d betrayed her, had left Classy Closets, taking so much of Gina and her company with him that she hardly recognized herself anymore.
He certainly wouldn’t recognize her now, not fifty pounds lighter, with the dark hair she got from a bottle, and more success than she’d achieved previously, simply by doing everything herself. No partners.
Owen touched her face again, drawing Gina back to this embarrassing moment. “Did you hit your head?”
Gina reached up and touched the back of her head, where a lump was forming. “Yeah. Right here.”
Owen’s fingers probed through her hair gently, sending sparks down her spine and fire through her blood. “Ah, yes. It’s not too big though.”
Maybe if she said her back hurt, he’d rub it. Gina gazed at him, wondering at the powerful current between them. She’d always found him handsome. Kind. Dedicated. Loyal. And he was probably the only person on the planet who worked more than she did.
“I just came to see how things were going,” he said, letting his fingers linger in her hair.
She leaned into his touch, her eyes drifting halfway closed. Could he feel this energy between them? What if she was the only one who felt like she was falling toward an unknown source of gravity, with no way to catch herself? “I had an idea.”
“I have one too.” His voice rumbled through Gina, and she barely had time to open her eyes before his lips touched hers.
A gasp pulled through her whole body, and suddenly nothing hurt anymore.
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THE BILLIONAIRE’S BODYGUARD
Book Five, Clean Billionaire Beach Club Romance series
by Elana Johnson
Copyright © 2018 by AEJ Creative Works Inc, Elana Johnson
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