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Hello and welcome to Maren Thompson Designs.
Maren Thompson is an independent interior designer working towards her
contractors license in order to bring you an all-in-one stop when it comes to
home remodeling and design.
A graduate of the University of Houston, Maren has a Bachelor of Fine Arts and is
accredited by CIDA. Before starting her own business, Maren worked as an assistant
to Joy Harden at Unique Elegance Staging and Home Design.
Maren is a Houston native and loves all things Texas. From rodeos to bbq, she’s a
bonafide Texan, through and through.
Click on the gallery to preview just a few of the many projects she has completed,
and read all of the wonderful things her clients have to say.
To schedule a consultation….
There’s no mention of age or if she’s married, but since it doesn’t I’m assuming she is single. I mean, she posted a video talking about skating on ice in a bikini for a chance to meet me. If she were my girl, she’d never even have the desire to look at another man, much less dare to pull something like that just to meet him.
I pocket my phone and head off towards the team store. I already have a couple of things in mind and I hope the store manager can help me out with getting it all to her in a rush.
On my way to the shop, I stop at the ticket manager's office and pick up the tickets he set aside for me. I remember one last thing, and email the food & beverage manager tolet her know I will have two guests in the Top Shelf Club and all charges should be sent to me.
I thought about getting her tickets for the owner’s suite, but there’s something about her that makes me think she’s an action type of girl, and not one to want to socialize over getting up close and personal.
With the tickets and tab done, I find exactly what I’m wanting and the manager takes care of all the rest for me. I walk back to my office with an unusually big smile on my face and it feels, dare I say, nice.
I SMILE, happy with the new color scheme I’ve chosen for the Samuels’ and sit back in my chair. A sigh of relief leaves my lips having gotten a bigI love itfrom Mrs. Samuels. One word from her to all of her country club friends and I will need to hire an assistant. That’s how women in those circles operate. They recommend, they use, then they compare. But I won’t complain. Whatever puts me closer to an office front, I’ll take the challenge.
I pick up my phone to see what I should have for dinner because I am celebrating, when my doorbell rings. It’s unusual for anyone to be at my door in the middle of the day. Sasha is at work and my parents would call before visiting, and clients don’t know my home address, so I’m stunned. I hustle down the stairs and give myself a quick lookover in the mirror above the console table before opening the door.
I look through the peephole and see a man I don’t recognize standing there with a box. Confused, I open the door and say, “Yes. Can I help you?”
He looks at me with a smile and asks, “Are you Maren Thompson?”
“That’s me,” I answer with a furrowed brow.
He just smiles wider and hands me the box. “This is for you. Have a good day, miss.”
I take the box from him and he bounds off towards his waiting car that idles by the curb. I watch him drive off, then walk over to my small kitchenette table and set the box down. It’s white and has a large purple bow on it. A big emblem with the Houston Havoc logo is stamped on it, and now I’m even more bewildered.
I pull on the end of the satin bow and it comes undone. Cautiously, I pull the lid off and see a white envelope sitting on top of purple tissue paper. Picking up the envelope I open it and my eyes scan the words. The card inside reads;
Maren-
I think the jumbotron was on to something. Be my guest tonight. I’d love to get to know the girl who’d skate on ice in a bikini to meet me, because I’d crawl across it to meet
her.
Cade “The Hammer” Hamlin
My jaw begins to hurt as it hangs wide open. I’d be less shocked if someone were to tell me I won the lottery than what is happening at this very moment. I flip the card over, looking for a note from Sasha calling me a gullible sucker for believing her prank, but there is nothing.
