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06 December 2004 @ 01:32 am
Deadly Games, chapter 4  

Well, Tina posting her short story has not only convinced me that I need to finish mine up (and possibly post it here) but it made me decide to post at least another chapter of Deadly Games.  So here's hoping you guys like!  I'll probably post another chapter later.


Amanda looked around, surveying the room. She nodded. Lila would definitely be happy about the final product. The client had wanted something modern and classic. So while the furniture was modern, the art and the colors were all classic. There were blacks and whites everywhere with just a dash of color every now and then to brighten up the room.

It looked good.

She jerked, startled, when her cell phone rang, breaking. Quickly she dug into her bag and pulled out her phone, flipping it open.

"Amanda Lewis." she said, answering the way she always did when she was working.

"Hey Amanda." Lila's voice flowed into her ear, a hint of frustration in her voice.

"Problems, Lila?"

"No. Except for the fact that the entire city is against me and decided that now would be the perfect time for an accident and traffic jam to occur." She paused. "How selfish did that sound?"

"Not by too much." Amanda assured her. "What's up?"

"How does it look?"

"Great. Everything came through and fell into place like it always does. I believe that Mrs. Henderson said that the room looked, and I quote, 'smashing, darling.'" Amanda told her as she walked out of the house, making a quick detour to stop in the doorway of the kitchen and wave a good- bye to Mrs. Henderson, before walking out the front door.

Lila laughed. "Wonderful. I wish I could've been there but I had to finish some things up at the office."

"She understood. Now tell me. Why are you so frantic about the traffic?"

"I'm on my way to meet your potential boy toy."


"Okay, so maybe boy toy is the wrong phrase. Your potential boyfriend. That better?"

Amanda groaned. "Your impossible. He may not even feel that way about me, you know. If he does, then yes, boyfriend...or hopefully boyfriend. And if he doesn't...."

"Then you got new clothes and shoes out of it." Lila interrupted. "And how could he not? He'd be an idiot not to. And I don't care if he's my friend, I can still call him that. As a matter of fact, that gives me the right to call him an idiot."

"So, you'd call me an idiot if need be?"

"Of course."

Amanda shook her head. "You're too much sometimes, you know that?"

"One of the many reasons that you love me." Lila responed, confidentally. Underneath that, Amanda could hear the faintest bit of laughter in her voice.

"Oh yeah." Amanda stopped. "So, did you remember to call and accept the job for the Anderson place?" she asked, referring to the job she had told Lila about the other night.

"Yeah. I'm going to check it out sometime today probably. Wish me luck." Lila sighed.

Amanda snorted. "Not that you need it. You'll be fine."

"Yeah. Thanks, Mandy." Lila said, using Amanda's nickname from college.

"No problem. Now go. You don't want to be late."

"Oh, it's fine. As a matter of fact if there's anything else..."

Amanda shook her head, though she knew Lila couldn't see her. "No. Nothing else. I thought you didn't want to be late meeting Max."

"He can wait." Lila's tone was breezy. Amanda rolled her eyes. And now Lila was in a talking mood.

"Bye, Lila."

"Oh, alright. I can take a hint. I'll call you later." Lila replied.

Amanda was laughing as she hung up.


Max leaned back and studied Lila as she took a bite of pasta. She noticed him looking at her and raised an eyebrow.

"What? Do I have sauce on my face or something?" she asked. Max shook his head.

"I was just wondering why working with the architect bothers you so much." Max gave her a questioning look while she swallowed her food.

"Each time I've had to work with an architect, it hasn't been pleasant. I almost lost my job one time because the architect and I couldn't agree on how the room should be decorated." She paused and then muttered, "Like the architect should have any say in how I decorate their house."

Max grinned. "So you're afraid that this architect is going to cost you the job?"

Lila's eyes flashed with anger and defiance. "I'm not afraid of anything."

"Bad choice of words. But I hope you knew what I meant."

Lila sighed and then smiled at Max. "Yeah, I know what you meant. But I'm still not afraid of anything when it comes to this job or this architect." Max's grin widened. "By the time I'm through with this job, the architect is going to be afraid of me."

"I don't doubt it." Max assured her.

"Good." Lila nodded and then grinned. "So, got a girlfriend yet?"

Max groaned.


Lila was grinning as she got out of the car in front of the large two story brick house. It was gorgeous on the outside already. It would be her job to make it gorgeous on the inside as well.

That was, after all, what Mrs. Anderson was paying her for, wasn't it?

Suddenly a blonde haired and blue eyed woman burst through the front doors. There was an air of barely contained energy around her and she was about average height with a figure that people would never guess had borne two children. And she was headed straight for Lila.

"You must be Lila Santos! I'm Natalie Anderson. I've seen some of the rooms you've done and they're absolutely wonderful. Just gorgeous. And I'm so happy that you took the job." The flowing and yet slightly rushed speech came to a sudden halt as if the woman had just realized something. "You are Lila Santos, aren't you? Oh, please tell me you're Lila Santos. If not, then this is going to be slightly embarassing and awkward."

Lila smiled, liking the woman immediately. "Yes, I'm Lila Santos. And I'm just as happy that you decided to ask me to do the job." Her eyes scanned the landscape. "You have a beautiful home, Mrs. Anderson."

"Oh, call me Natalie. And that's just the outside. I'm hoping that you can make it just as beautiful on the inside." Natalie smiled. "I don't think that you're going to have a problem with that, if what I know of you is any indication."

Lila laughed as Natalie linked arms with her. "I like you already. I can practically guarantee that we're going to get along wonderfully." she said. Natalie's laughter joined hers.

"The feelings mutual."


The sound of female laughter was the first thing that Will heard as the door opened. Yet he still didn't look up as he studied the plans intently. He was too involved with his work at the moment.

"Whoa. Check her out. Now she's hot." Randy breathed, nudging Will in the side. Will scowled as he looked up, scanning the room.

He sucked in a breath as he caught sight of the woman that Randy was talking about. She was tall and trim, with black hair that fell midway down her back and her skin was slightly golden as if she had a tan throughout the entire year. He couldn't see her eyes but somehow he knew they'd be striking with her hair and skin. He felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach and he felt the immediate attraction that a man feels when he sees a woman that he would want. Will felt a flash of desire and tried to tamp it down. The last thing he needed was to get involved with a woman and she didn't look like the type for casual affairs. He heard her laugh again and felt that same flash of desire.

Of course, things weren't always what they seemed, or at least that was how the saying was supposed to go.

Randy glanced from the woman to Will and blinked in surprise at the intensity of Will's gaze. He hadn't seen Will look at a woman like that in awhile. Slowly, a grin spread across Randy's face.

But it was about time he did.

Will set the plans down very precisely and deliberately, his eyes never leaving the woman on the other side of the room.

Yes, he wanted her. He wanted to have her in his bed, though if they didn't make it to his bed he was perfectly fine to have her where ever they happened to end up. Will frowned a bit. He hadn't ever felt this type of instant attraction, this instant...lust was the only word for it...for a woman.

And he wasn't sure he liked it one bit.

Before he even realized what he was doing, Will was walking towards Natalie and the dark haired woman, his intent unclear to himself.

Natalie turned and smiled as he neared them. "Well, hello Will." she said, laughter still in her voice. He smiled at her.

"Hello Natalie." was all he said.

Lila turned and found herself caught in the intense blue gaze of a very...she looked him up and down...rugged man. Or maybe hard would be a better description. As she lifted her gaze back to his, her breath caught. No, she thought, looking into his eyes as they bored into her. Rugged was a good description. Intense was another one that came to mind. Lila felt heat spread throughout her.

"Will, there's someone I'd like you to meet." Natalie began. "After all, the two of you are going to be seeing a lot of each other."

Both Will and Lila turned to look at Natalie, though it was Will that spoke.

"We will?" he asked, incredulous.

"Well, yes." Natalie smiled. "This is Lila Santos of Lila's Fantasies. She's the interior designer that just agreed to take the job." Before Will could say anything, she turned to Lila. "Lila, this William Ashton, the architect you'll be working with."

Once again, Will felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach, only this time there was no pleasant feeling of desire to accompany it. This was the interior designer? He turned his gaze back to her and saw the same shock that he felt reflected in her own eyes.

Lila turned wide eyes towards Will and saw that he was clearly as surprised as she was. He was the architect? Oh God. She thought of the look that had passed between them and felt a slight flush spread across her face. This was bad. He was supposed to be old and balding and stuffy. He definitely wasn't supposed to be rugged, intense, and sexy.

Though some might see this as a possible good thing, neither of them did. That flash of desire that had passed between the two could only serve to make things more uncomfortable and neither one of them were looking forward to it, especially since they were both the type not to mix their professional lives with their personal ones.

Things had just gotten worse.

Feeling: accomplishedaccomplished
Soundtrack: "Numb" by Linkin Park
jaded_angltears on December 6th, 2004 02:33 am (UTC)
Hahah! I love this chapter! You've got the skills in dialouge and it just flows. I love it. Now it's off to read your short story!!