Page 72 of Finding Redemption

“I believe your client fares well with this offer.”

“Not good enough.” She sighs, leaning forward on her desk. I’m a man and take notice as her breasts heave from her top with every word. “I understand they’re asking for a lot.” I’m brought from my happy place by a waving of her hand. My gaze moves from her chest to her face. She’s wearing a goofy grin. “I’m here. You with me now?”

Heat invades my cheeks. I have to chuckle. “I am now.”

“I suppose I should use this to my advantage.” Her eyes sparkle.

“You damn well could.” I try to maintain a straight face. “Back to work.”

She smirks. “I’ll file sexual harassment later.”

“Reese, harassing you sexually could become an Olympic sport for me.”

“Trials begin as soon as we have an agreement.” Her eyes twinkle, dancing with laughter.

“Playing dirty, are we?”

“Not at all.” Her eyes narrow. “Playing for keeps.”

“What do you suggest for the proposal?”

“We need to keep the building. Period.” She hands the file over to me.

“That’s isn’t possible. We need every inch of the property for this project.”

“All due respect, he could find more land elsewhere.” She sits back, squaring off.

“The property is prime real estate and you know the offer is gold.”

“Exactly. So, if your client wants it, he needs to do more to secure it.” The corner of her eyes wrinkle.

“We can’t leave the building, period.”

“Relocation is not a possibility, period.” She taps her nail on her desk.

“And why not, Miss Morgan?”

“The structure on the site is as important as the hallowed ground it sits upon. The history that took place was not only in the room but on the land itself.” She leers at me, talking as if I’m an idiot.

I sit on the edge of my seat, leaning forward. “I damn well know what the significance of this property is to the community. I also understand the economic aspects.”

She raises her chin in defiance. “As if you’ve ever known poverty?”

“What the fuck does that have to do with this?”

“The General Store fed the underprivileged in the area for years, not that you can relate, but don’t you think giving it honor is paramount?” she snarls.

“One would think giving job opportunities would do such,” I seethe. “You do know, there are different types of prejudices?”

Placing her hands down, she stands to lean toward me. “Do you understand money can’t buy everything?”

“Are you kidding me with this shit?”

“No.” She leers at me. “I happen to think you believe you can snap your fingers and get what you want. I’m not that girl.”

“I never, for a minute, assumed you were.” We’re mere inches from one another. Heat radiates from me as we have a stare down.

“There’s no way in hell I will allow you to take everything because you think you deserve it.” Her nostrils flare, and all I can think about is kissing her.