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“Are you?”
I shifted to sit up, shaking off the remnants of sleep. “What’s the verdict?”
“Offer accepted.”
I grinned, stretching my legs. “Well, since we’re no longer business colleagues, how about dinner with me?”
“First it was drinks, and now it’s dinner?”
“Drinks and dinner,” I confirmed.
“And after?”
“That’s your choice.”
“Why don’t you just say you want to roll around and sweat up the bedsheets with me.”
“That can be arranged.”
Erika cleared her throat. “I’m busy and attached.”
“You didn’t say you were.”
“Well, I am, and I’m sure he’s better suited for me than you are.”
I scratched my balls. “How could you possibly know that?”
“A hunch. Anyway, I have to go. Nice doing business with you. I’ll be in touch.”
Erika hung up and instead of being annoyed, I was invigorated. I liked the chase though I so rarely did the chasing. I tapped Erika’s name into the search bar on my phone and waited for the results. I was shocked when I saw her picture. She was dressed in a black business suit and white shirt, looking very professional. But it wasn’t her outfit that got to me, it was her. She was the woman at the gym and her voice definitely matched her body.
I was instantly hard thinking about her shapely ass as she moved on the treadmill. It would be wonderful to dig my fingers into her round flesh as I fucked her against a wall. Since I was already naked, I closed my eyes and fisted my cock, pumping as my mind created images of what her dirty little mouth could do besides talk nasty. I was panting like a dog by the time I shot a huge load of cum up my chest.
I had to have Erika. Even if it was just one night, I would make it my mission to get her into my bed.
After I jerked off, I took a quick shower and fell into a deep satisfying sleep.
I didn’t stir until the sun peeked through the window. Turning to check my phone, I saw it was well past seven. Panic surged through me as I remembered I had a showing at 8:30 and several missed calls from Mrs. Ducane.
“FUCK!” I bellowed, shoving the covers off and scrambling out of bed.
After Erika’s call last night had left me wound up, all I could think about was getting off. I’d completely forgotten to call Mrs. Ducane to let her know the offer was accepted. I sprinted to the bathroom, dialing her number with shaking hands.
“Mr. Elliott,” Mrs. Ducane’s voice was sharp and irritated. “Thank you for leaving me hanging all night.”
“I’m really sorry,” I replied, trying to sound sincere. “I was negotiating well into the evening with another client. I didn’t want to call too late.”
“That may be, but I’m paying a lot for this property,” she snapped. “I’m sure your commission will be quite hefty.”
She was right—it would be one of the largest commissions this year, and it was only April. But I was confident I could surpass it.
“I understand,” I said calmly.
“Do you?” she growled.
“Yes, ma’am, I do,” I assured her. “To make it up to you, how about I invite you to lunch on Saturday to celebrate?”
“Lunch? And where would you take me?”
