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“I thought your client didn’t negotiate?”
“She doesn’t but I talked her into it.”
“How noble of you.”
On the other end, it sounded like she was slurping at something this time. It had been two days since I had sex, and I was wound up like a top. Listening to how she made noises made me imagine her doing the same to my cock, which caused my arousal to grow and the fabric of my shorts to tighten in the crotch.
I steeled myself. “Don’t you want to hear the offer?”
“I do.”
“Then stop doing whatever you’re doing and listen,” I growled.
Erika paused. “How dare you tell me what to do.”
“What are you eating anyway?”
“An ice cream cone.”
“What flavor?” We were totally getting off subject, but I wanted to know. I was in hunter mode and if Erika’s voice was any indication of what she looked like, I wouldn’t mind having her underneath me.
“None of your business. What’s the offer?”
“Thirteen seven.”
She snorted and slurped at her ice cream cone. “Another shitty offer.”
“Just how long have you been a real estate agent?” I questioned.
“Three years. I know my shit, Elliott. I’ll present and get back to you but I’m sure it will be no.”
“It’s a good–” The dial tone clicked in my ear, and I put my phone on the counter to fill my scotch glass with more ice and water. All of a sudden, I had the urge to take a cold shower or jerk off. Whichever one would stop my arousal the fastest. Erika’s curt attitude had me rock hard. I liked when a woman had some fight in her. It made the hunt so much better.
I waited for almost a half hour before I made the decision to take a cold shower. Of course, the minute I got undressed, my damn phone rang. I hurried from the bathroom and snatched the cell off my dresser.
“Elliott,” I nearly barked.
“Don’t you ever refer to yourself with your first name?”
I ignored her quip. “Miss Bramwell, what’s the verdict?”
“They won’t accept an offer that low. Let me give you a clue, Elliott, tell your client nothing below thirteen nine.”
“My client will never come up that high,” I replied.
“Then it’s their loss. I need to go. I have other agents negotiating for the property.”
A spike of fear went through me, and my adrenaline surged. I was in jeopardy of losing a big commission. I had to do something.
“How many agents?” I pressed.
“Several.”
“How many?” I repeated.
“Come back to me with a proper offer and I’ll tell you.”
“What is this, elementary school?”
