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Then he went and stood in the middle of the manicured lawn by the swimming pool, hands on hips, and scowled.
“Urgh, save me from vampire taste,” he growled as she joined him.
Shona stiffened. This was the third house they’d viewed today. The last two places had been way too reminiscent of Matteus’s mansion on the other side of the hill for even her to be effusive about. Luckily, none of the current houses were overly close to her ex’s place. Frankly, she didn’t even know if Matteus was in Motham right now. He travelled a lot, selling the Kominsky fashion brand.
But the fact was, she’d always thought she’d live with him in a place like this one day.
That Tor obviously found these houses tacky left an unpleasant taste in her mouth.
Finally, when they’d done a lightning-fast tour of the last property on her list, she said, trying to sound perky and positive, “What’s your verdict?”
Truth was, she already knew what he was about to say.
He shook his head slowly, then raked a hand over his braids.
“Can’t see myself living in any of them.”
Shona huffed a quiet sigh. Why was he so stubborn? Oh yes, he was an orc. “It just takes imagination, you know, to see them fitted out differently. I’m sure the interior designers I use can cater to orc tastes…” She trailed off, knowing that Xavier and Hermione had never had an orc client in their lives.
Never mind, she’d go trawling the internet to find some designs. She’d meet with the damned guy as often as he needed to get his remit, she’d roll over… No, you will not roll over for an orc…
Finally standing on the street, feeling defeated but still valiantly trying to sound professional, she said, “I’m not sure what else I can show you right now.”
To her surprise, he grinned. It cut a swathe across his face, making those broad cheekbones slant up to meet his long dark eyes. Yep, definitely a genie being let loose from the bottle.
One that could grant her every wish.
Do not go there.
She steeled herself. “If I can’t provide what you want, there is another realtor that deals with?—”
“No.”
“No?”
“I want you.” For a moment their gazes held and she thought she detected aflush of brighter green travel across those high cheekbones. He cleared his throat. “To clarify, I want you to represent me.”
Shona laughed nervously. “I’m not the only realtor in Motham, Tor.”
“But you’re the best realtor in Motham, according to my PA, whose research is impeccable. Therefore, you’re the ideal person to help me buy Orc Island.”
Shona hid her wince behind a bright smile. Were they back to this already? She’d hoped against hope he’d drop the island idea. “Thank you for your faith in me,” she managed through tight lips.
“The next step is to find out who owns it, and then negotiate on my behalf.” He smiled, and she felt she was drowning in the depths of his eyes, being sucked into a powerful vortex of something she couldn’t explain.
“Right,” she gulped in a strangled voice. “Are you certain about this, Tor? I mean, you haven’t even checked out the island…”
“Well, that’s easily fixed.” He smiled dazzlingly. “This afternoon. We’ll take a boat over the channel. Work out exactly where I want to build.”
Shona just managed to stop her jaw dropping.
She hated boats. Waves. Uninhabited islands with goodness knows what strange creatures crawling around.
She pulled herself up short.
This guy, a super wealthy mining magnate, a billionaire no less, trusted her to deliver.
She would put aside her doubts, not to mention this weird hormonal thing that was making things zap and zing between her legs, and just get on with the job.
