Page 18 of Filthy Mouth
I unfolded the floor plans and spread them across the table. My eyes widened when I saw seven floors. The basement was a spa, a lower ground floor, a raised ground level and four floors on top.
“Which floor are you considering renovating?” I wondered if nine bathrooms and five separate toilets were overkill for a seven-bedroom house.
“The top floor,” he said, pointing to it.
Was he trying to seduce me with his scent?
I leaned away from him and discreetly covered my nose.
“Do you have a vision or a colour plan? Ella was very vague.”
“I didn’t give my assistant any details,” he said, draping his hand over the back of the couch.“And I do have many visions.”
I opened my case and pulled out my tablet, ready to take notes.
“I want a waterproof red room with an open wet room at the back.”
My stylus pen remained frozen, but he didn’t retract his statement.
I knew what a red room was. That wasn’t the problem. The problem was all the filthy visions in my mind.
“A sex room?” I asked blankly.
“A waterproof sex room,” he corrected.
“You mean the furniture needs to be waterproof?”
“Yes. I saw a few designs, but most looked extremely tacky.”
“I’ve never designed a red room before,” I said, though it would be challenging. I’d need to source suitable materials for the furniture or have them custom-made. This was a new type of project that would require more research.
“Colours?”
He pulled his phone out of his pocket, drawing my eyes to his crotch. I averted them until he passed me his phone. The photo looked AI-generated, but the two colours were black and a deep crimson. The fixtures were wall lights and, of course, a black chandelier.
“I want it light and dark, through the lighting and natural light.”
I glanced at the floor plan again and saw the windows. Heavy drapes would block all the light.
“I want kneeling stocks,” he said.
I cleared my throat before replying.
“I’m unfamiliar with BDSM furniture.”
He took his phone and swiped through his photos before handing it to me.
It was exactly what I suspected. The stocks had a red pad on the floor to kneel, attached to a black wooden frame. The stocks would hold the head and hands in place.
“I want the furniture to match the same shade I choose for the paint. I’ve got an idea, but I wanted to run it by you.”
“It’s likely that the furniture would need to be custom-made for the shade you end up choosing and the waterproof element. I would need to look into many aspects of this project.”
I forced myself not to think about the waterproof element. Yet the thought crept up regardless. How wet did he expect sex to get?
“You’d take the project?”
“I don’t come cheap. A job is a job,” I said with a shrug, handing him his phone back.
