Until I Met You by Jaimie Roberts

to punch his lights out even more.  I don’t think I have ever had this kind of reaction to man before.  Ever.
    We eventually got to the main entrance, where I keyed in the security code as he held the door open for me.  He smiled, making me hate him that little bit more as I thanked him.  It wasn’t the most gracious of thank yous, but it would have to do.
    Calling the lift, I pressed the key in for the penthouse suite.  “I’ve been told this is not something you normally go for.  It’s more the projects you like to take on rather than the finished product, is that right?”
    “Yes, I do like to turn something unloved, tired, and miserable into something beautiful, sexy, and enticing,” he said, edging a little bit closer.
    I knew what he was doing, I wasn’t stupid.  He was talking about me.  Unloved, tired, and miserable my arse!  And I’m not—nor will I ever be—his project.
    “Having said that, I know buying off plain is profitable and sometimes I have to put my business head on, as it is just that.”
    “Well, as you know, it is still unfinished so you will have to see past all the mess.”
    “Oh, I always see past all the mess,” he said seductively.
    I traded one foot for the other in a bid to stop the throbbing downstairs.  It was no use, and it just made me look like I wanted to pee.  Luckily for me, the lift came to a halt and we were now walking inside the humongous penthouse.  There were builders everywhere, which made me feel somewhat safer around Seth.  Not that I thought he was a psycho or anything, I just didn’t want us alone together.  That would be trouble with a capital T.
    “This is the hallway,” I said, starting my rambling.
    “I gathered that,” he said cheekily.  I turned to him scowling and he winced.  “You really don’t like me, do you?  This is going to be more of a challenge than I thought.  But I do like a challenge.”
    Now I was beyond mad.  “Excuse me?”
    “You know, you really are rather sexy when you’re angry.  I could do all sorts with that anger, challenge it into something a bit more… beneficial,” he said after a brief pause.
    “You know, you really are something else,” I said, agitated.
    “I take that as a compliment.”
    “It wasn’t meant to be one.”
    “Are you this rude to all your clients, Angel?”
    “My name’s not Angel,” I spat.  “And no, only ones who have humongous chips on their shoulders.  Now, can I show you around, or are you going to stand here and argue with me all day?”  He looked at me, raising an eyebrow and a cheeky grin.  “On second thoughts, don’t answer that,” I replied stepping forward.
    We walked around the expanse of the hallway and into the kitchen/come diner.  The kitchen had yet to be fitted and the walls plastered, but you could already tell this was going to be one spectacular apartment.  To the left hand side was a magnificent view of London, which was helped by the wall-to-wall windows lined up toward the oversized patio.  On the patio, I noticed there was a Jacuzzi.  That was obviously put there on purpose to help sell it that bit more.  Not that it needed it.
    I took him further through, showing him the four bedrooms and five bathrooms this flat had to offer.  It also sported a cinema room with bar attached to the corner.  This was definitely a millionaire’s playboy pad.
    “So, how many are left in total in this block?” Seth asked, pulling me from my daydream.
    “Well, as you know the original buyer for this pulled out, so you were lucky to have a viewing.  I have another two lined up this afternoon to see it.  Apart from this one, there are only three others left.”
    Seth nodded his head.  “What floor are they on?”
    “One is on the first floor, one on the fifth floor, and the other on the eighth floor, all three bedrooms.”
    I regarded him as he pursed his lips a little in thought.  “Do you have the keys for those by any chance?”
    “Yes, I