Pillow Fight with the Decorator

By Kameron Claire

What happens when your interior decorator turns out to be a smoking hot straight man eager to fluff your pillows?

 

She's new in town. Recently hired as Eliad Corp's HR Director, she's got a new job, new paycheck, a lot of big d!ck energy, and maybe a small chip on her shoulder. To fulfill her dreams of big money/big city, she bought her dream home--a high-priced penthouse condo--and needs a decorator.

 

He's a simple, local guy and the best man for the job.

Even though her attitude is on full display from the minute they meet, he sees through her facade to the woman underneath who needs a man strong enough to handle her big d!ck energy while ful-filling her like only he can.

 

She's been sabotaging her relationship all of her life. She needs a man like him, one who isn't afraid to call her on her sh!t. Can they fight through their difference and past her trauma to find their happily-ever-after?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Snuggle Whore Press, LLC
• Release date: Apr 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215359228

Kameron Claire

USA Today Bestselling Author Kameron Claire loves building worlds where heroes and heroines push, pull, and fight their way to the love and happiness they deserve. She writes full length and short, steamy romance with an emphasis on strong female characters—often in male-dominated roles—and the alpha men who know how to love and support kick-ass, take-charge women.  While she may not need him to save her, she wants him to love, support, and most of all, RAVISH her. ** Get up to date information and freebies as a newsletter subscriber: www.kameronclaire.com/newsletter ** Reach out and chat with her anytime on Facebook at www.facebook.com/kameronclaireauthor

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1

CASEY

Jotting some measurements on my pad, I glance out the fifteenth-floor window at the sprawling city below. With the influx of people nearly doubling the size of Spring City in the last decade, older neighborhoods have had to make way for fresh, modern architecture, enticing younger corporate professionals to settle down and call this place home.

As a kid growing up on the South side, I never thought I’d be able to sustain--much less grow—a thriving interior design business here, but time has changed our once small town. Plus, my grandmother’s illness forced me to give up the Denver Tech Center skyrises for Spring City’s new self-contained town center. This neighborhood, called Central City by the locals, is fashioned off of the Reston Town Center in northern Virginia. While we don’t have a metro system taking us to our nation’s capital, we have plenty of shopping, restaurants, good microbrews, and local distilleries within walking distance of this condo.

Honestly, if I could afford a place like this, I’d live here. As a single man, I would enjoy the rooftop BBQ grills and outdoor pool in the summer, and frequent the Burger Barn and OTCC distillery in the winter. I’d play putt-putt across the square or frisbee golf on the greenway circling around the neighborhood.

Even though my business is doing well—I can pay all my grandma’s medical bills, as well as her assisted living costs—I could never afford a place like this. This is a penthouse condo, less than three years old, overlooking the city, with the mountains as a backdrop. It sold three weeks ago for three-quarters of a million… in Spring City!

I still can’t wrap my mind around it.

I glance down at my watch, noticing my client is nearly twenty minutes late. Annoyed, I stuff my clipboard, sample book, design portfolio, and measuring tape back into my bag, snatching the building superintendent’s master key off the counter.

With the key in the lock, I’m shutting the door at the same time the elevator dings and a woman’s loud voice echoes down the hallway.

Girl! Come visit me. This town is off the hook, beautiful. There’s city life, but the most breathtaking snowcapped mountains sit on the horizon. My new condo is Ah-Maz-Ing! I have one wall in the living room that has floor-to-ceiling windows— A cute little thing comes around the corner, her voice ten times the size of her body. Her eyes narrow on me, and she lowers her voice. Girl, let me call you back.

Can I help you? She drops her phone into her oversized bag and brings her shoulders back, her aura changing from fun and excited to suspicious and, quite frankly, bitchy.

I turn the key, lock the door, and take a step back, slipping the master into my pocket. This job could have been fun. I mean, I’ve always wanted to decorate one of these penthouse apartments, but considering the attitude coming off this gorgeous imp, I don’t think I want the hassle.

She stops in front of me, one hand on her hip. She has dark, smooth skin, her complexion glowing despite the fluorescent lights overhead. Dark eyes zero in on me as she purses a set of plump, kissable lips built to suck cock, but instead is preparing to chew my ass.

I said, can I help you? Are you with building maintenance?

I glance down at my black polo shirt with my logo embroidered over my left pec. No, I’m not.

Then what are you doing in my condo?

I smile and take a deep breath. Well, I was here for a four o’clock meeting with a perspective client, but that was twenty— I glance down at my watch —three minutes ago, so now I’m leaving.

I see the confusion as it passes over her face. Are you from… oh, what’s the name? Did I contact you through Pink Collar?

I’m Casey Holloway from Holloway Designs.

I thought you’d be a woman. Her gaze travels up and down my body, her demeanor visibly softening, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t affected. Any other situation, and I’d be all about getting her digits. She’s exactly the kind of woman I’m attracted to, except she’s got a shit ton more money than I’ll ever have, so women like her don’t give me a second glance.

But the look of her is exactly what I like.

Well, I’m not, and now I’m late for another appointment.

Her jaw drops in panic as the realization of