“Somehow, that I believe,” she grinned.
“It’s good to see you smile again. Believe me, Anne, I’m not here to get you upset. It’s just business. I hope you can understand that,” I tried to explain.
“Andrew, I didn’t get much sleep last night, or should I say this morning. I know we have to talk about it, but I’d prefer to do so when I’m…clear-headed. Otherwise, I might be a bit snippy with you. Not that you don’t deserve it,” she said.
“What did I do to deserve that?” I could think of a million reasons why others would cuss me out, but I didn’t recall doing anything to Anne.
“Oh, let’s see. How about not making your presence known when I came out of the bathroom in just a towel? What if it had slipped?”
I didn’t even bother to hide my smile. “Then I guess I’d have had one hell of a view.”
Anne picked up a dish towel and threw it at me. “You’re horrible.”
“No. I’m honest.”
“You’d think that a rich and powerful man like yourself would be a gentleman.”
“The key word is I’m a man. When a beautiful woman is standing practically naked in front of me, should I act as though I don’t like what I see? Would you believe me if I said I would have closed my eyes and spun around?” Anne shook her head. “I didn’t think so. Just to make one thing clear, Anne. I don’t play games. I say it as it is. Even if someone doesn’t…want to hear it.” My brutal honesty wasn’t always appreciated, and at times, ended relationships. That didn’t change the facts. I’m not here to make her like me, that’s just a complication that I seem to have gotten caught up in.
She looked up at me and asked, “Then answer this. Why are you here?”
“Because I want to convince you to sell The Treasured Chest to me.” That was as honest as I could be.
“I mean here, at the cabin with me. You don’t have to stay here.”
She was right. No matter what Trixi said, I didn’t need to know someone personally in order to seal a deal. If anything, it risked fucking things up. So there had to be something else that I didn’t want to admit, even to myself. But if I wanted her trust, I’d need to start building it now.
“I want to get to know you better,” I said. “Who knows? Maybe we can watch one of those B rated comedies you mentioned.”
Anne didn’t budge. She asked, “Do you think getting to know me will help your cause?”
“Actually, I think the opposite. I never mix business with pleasure,” I stated. It was a lot harder to negotiate when I had to take another person’s feelings into consideration.
“You are a hard person to figure out, Andrew Heart.”
At least that was something we agreed on. “Maybe after we eat, we can talk about you.”
“Sorry. After this, I’m going to the club. I have to open up and get ready for a long night. Without Aunt Trixi here, it all falls on me,” she sighed.
“You don’t have anyone else working it?”
“Not in a management position.”
“Did you want my help?” I offered without thinking.
Anne chuckled. “Thank you, but I don’t think I’d feel comfortable having you there.”
“Actually, I don’t know the answer to that. I just know I wouldn’t. Besides, you agreed to do the dishes,” she smiled.
“That I did. But if you change your mind, just call me,” I said and handed her my business card.
She slipped it into the back pocket of her jeans and said, “Thanks. Now we’d better eat or I’ll have to go to work hungry.”
Anne turned and bent over to take the food out of the oven. Her slender hips and round ass were a sweet torture. I’ve never been easily turned on, but something about Anne made my cock ache.
I’ve been hungry from the moment we spoke. And no way in hell can I sample what I’m aching for.This was going to be a long fucking week if my cock got hard every time we were in the same room.
Good thing I’m not going to the club with her. I’m probably going to need a cold shower while she’s gone.