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She puts her finger to her lips, tapping it while her eyes scrutinize me. “I’ll catch you. No way you can keep me from figuring it out.” She eyes my phone. “But whoever it is, I do like the blush he gives you. And the smile.” She walks out of the room.
I pick up my phone, turn on my camera, and reverse it so it’s on me. Yep, I look like America’s Most Beautiful Man just kissed me. Damn Carm.
Five minutes later, my phone buzzes and I fully expect it to be Carm again. The man doesn’t understand the word no. To my surprise, it’s someone interested in the Bond Street project. Hallelujah.
“Can I arrange for you to show me the unit?” the woman asks.
I chew on my lip. That isn’t part of my job. I mean, it’s supposed to be the owner who meets them, which in this case is Helena’s job. “There’s someone at the development. Let me contact them, and I’ll call you back.”
“Sounds great.” The woman hangs up.
I scroll through my contacts and press on Helena’s name. This might be my first sale and I’m not going to let it slip away even if I have to go above and beyond what I’m supposed to do. Everyone knows that after the first one sells, every sale in a development project gets easier. It’s snagging that first fish that’s important.
“You’ve reached the voicemail of Helena…”
I wait for her rehearsed and yes, professional but annoying message to finish. After the beep, I leave a quick message about a client who wants to see the property and ask her to call me back.
Having no other choice, I call Carm.
“Are you reconsidering my offer?” he answers. That shouldn’t make my heart pitter-patter like a teenage girl’s, but sadly, it does.
“Helena? Do you happen to know where she is?”
“Why would I know where Helena is? Your request was clear, Bel—”
“No, I had someone call and she wants to see one of the units and technically…”
Thankfully, I don’t have to finish. One of the best things is that we each understand each other’s jobs.
“Well, I’m going over there in about an hour to show a unit. I’ll gladly take your client off your hands.” He chuckles because we both know that’s not going to happen.
“Yeah, nice try.”
“Sorry, I haven’t had much contact with Helena since I have my own set of keys to get in and out.” Muffled voices push our conversation to the back burner. I hear Justin talking, but I can’t hear what he’s saying. “Give me a minute.” A door shuts on his end and the background noise dies off. “Now, what color are your panties today?”
“I’m serious, Carm. This might be my first sale.” I sit up straighter, silently willing my phone to ring with Helena’s return call. What good is she? If Carm was calling, she’d probably answer. Wait. “Didn’t she give you her personal phone number?”
Dead silence fills the line. Out of all things, me calling him out on getting Helena’s phone number shuts him up?
“Yeah, but…”
“Please? I’ll come over to your office and give you my panties for that number.” I laugh, but he doesn’t.
“I wouldn’t want your panties for some woman’s number who gave it to me without asking.” His tone is serious. Why does he sound pissed off?
“So you’ll just give it to me then?”
“No, because I threw it out when I got back to the office that day.”
“Oh.”
My shoulders slump, but I’m happy he didn’t keep it. We were only flirting then, but I can’t help but wonder if I’m the reason he threw it away. Ugh. No labels or classifications mean you don’t give a shit what a guy does with a phone number some random woman gives him.
“And that’s why I wouldn’t mind you giving me your panties. You knowing it’s only your panties that make me—”
A rush of energy travels through me, landing right between my legs. This man could make me his slave if he wanted. “Let’s stay on task. I’ll just book the appointment with the hopes that Helena gets back to me. If I have to, I’ll show it myself.”
“Hmm… that goes against the FSBO philosophy, doesn’t it?”
