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How did the delectable Serena Parker go from mechanic to lawyer?
I was torn about which role I was more turned on by. At the garage, she wore daisy dukes and black leather biker boots. Her very impressive rack had strained against a white tank top, and a red and black flannel shirt was wrapped around her hips. Her golden caramel skin glistened under the fluorescent lights. She had beautiful, curly, jet-black hair that cascaded down to her breasts.
Today, she epitomized a sexy businesswoman wearing a cream-colored pencil dress, dove gray heels, and a large matching bag.
Her dress fell to just below the knee, and it clung to every sexy curve of her hourglass figure. Her straightened hair in a high and provocative ponytail made me wonder what it would be like to wrap my hand around it, gently pulling her head back and allowing me to bite the shell of her ear. As my other hand glided up her smooth thighs, my fingers pushing past her panties, then sliding into her wet pussy.
Damn it, Rhett, snap out of it.
I needed to focus on the business at hand.
“As you can see, the last ten blocks will cost you around five million each in purchases and payouts. I know you plan on turning them into restaurants, hotels, shopping outlets, spas, and luxury condominiums. But fundamentally, this seems to be a negating issue with those withholding.”
Listening to her was like being wrapped in velvet, and I couldn’t miss the chance to get her to engage with me.
“Can you explain how so?”
Her eyes briefly flared at my question before handing out a stack of what looked like reports.
She continued to guide the conversation mainly towards my father, but also the rest of the board. I could tell she was trying to avoid turning in my direction as much as possible. Once again, this made me want to push for another reaction. Not wanting to let her see her effect on me, I relaxed back into my chair, skimming through the issues listed from the withholding parties.
“We had already run a preliminary evaluation, including speaking to members of the co-ops and individual residents. Half of these concerns weren’t reported to our reps at the beginning of these negotiations.”
I wasn’t trying to belittle her or underestimate her clear capabilities. I hated being ignored. But most of all, I wanted to get her attention. And the way she had continued to avoid my gaze and gave off an air of indifference pierced me irrationally.
Her eyes shot over to mine, and her fiery gaze was the exact reaction I had hoped for. Give me fire over disinterested and unconcerned.
Maintaining eye contact, I watched as she opened her mouth. I was sure she was ready with a rapid response, but my brother Julian’s scoff cut her off as an interruption.
I saw him sneering, smirking, and grimacing at her. As I looked around and saw some of the other heads of departments, I noticed a few of them behaving similarly, dismissing her in the same manner. Simon from our accounts and finance division piped up and, showing no respect for this woman’s capabilities, asked a question.
“Why don’t we just increase our offer by one percent? Surely, these people should just be happy being offered more money than they would ever see in a lifetime. Tell them to stop being so pigheaded and agree to the damn deal.”
“It’s not about the money,” Serena countered.
Julian chuckled. “What do you mean, it’s not about the money? Everything in this world evolves around money.”
I never thought I’d be as embarrassed about being Julian’s brother as I was now. A part of me did understand where he was coming from, but he came across as the ignorant, lazy prick that I knew he was.
“When was the last time you visited the sites you’re trying to acquire as opposed to your architects, site managers and representatives?” Serena asked.
She hadn’t just directed that question to Julian, but to everyone, including me. I scanned the boardroom and looked at the puzzled and bored faces around the table. Yet no one answered.
“Are you telling me that neither you nor anyone else sat at this meeting has ever gone out and personally inspected these blocks? The importance they have in those communities?”
She looked astonished and utterly bewildered, and I had to admit, she had a point.
“And why would I do anything as mundane and insignificant as that when we have a team of people who have presented us with all the necessary information?” Julian pressed.
Serena shook her head.
“Quite simply because you couldn’t even begin to understand the type of people that live there. The things they count as important, the things they value and cherish. They don’t want luxury condominiums they can’t afford, gyms most can’t get memberships to, casinos, spas, and restaurants they’ll never be able to afford to visit. You won’t be able to make a deal unless you know how to talk to them, understand them, and value what they say.”
Julian leaned forward.
“And, of course, you would. Such feminine empathy and delicate sensibilities have no place in business. That kind of mentality is better left at home.”
I was about to lunge for him when my father shouted, “Julian, you best apologize to Ms. Parker at once.”
