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Instead of requesting a car to take me back home, I type in an address to the nearest car dealership, and patiently wait for my ride.
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Callan
“There’sanewclientcoming in, Mr. David.” Cora nudges me with her elbow as the automatic doors glide open. Her jab at my side immediately annoys me, even though I know she’s just doing her job. I guess my employees pride themselves on recognizing new clients from existing ones.
Cora has been at the dealership for about five years now. On her first day here, I couldn’t deny my attraction to her. We were both in our mid-twenties and I’d spent the day training her. Her golden-brown hair springs into natural curls and has big, light gray eyes. But as soon as I got to know her personality, the attraction faded. When she’s not complaining or gossiping, she spends her time sucking up to the boss, who was my dad at the time and he loved the adoration of his employees, but now I’m the boss and I see right through her act. She's made several pass attempts at me, all of which I’ve declined. When I’m at work, professionalism is my main focus, especially now that I’m running things.
“How can I help you, sir?” she asks as the new client approaches the receptionist counter. She looks back at me and winks slyly, making sure he doesn’t see her, before she continues. I roll my eyes as I turn away, leaving her to work her charismatic magic with our new client.
Bits and pieces of the other night still haunt me as I stand in my lobby surrounded by the bustle of business. I’m still so angry with my dad, but I hate that I’m missing parts of that night. Having most likely blacked out after I threw my fist through the fucking mirror, which is still minimally bandaged and slightly aching in pain.
But as I take a look around at my staff, my lobby, my business, I realize this is, in fact, all mine. At the age of thirty, who can honestly say that they have an empire of this magnitude that is all theirs? Few. Yet here I am. I didn’t want any of it, though. At least not at first. But now that I have it, it feels fantastic and I know I can’t let anything ruin it. Not even my own stupidity.
I walk around the receptionist desk and start heading to my office when I hear the front doors slide open yet again. Cora’s ridiculous knowledge has me curious, would I be able to tell the difference between an old client and a new one? I turn my head toward the door and stop dead in my tracks at the sight ofher. This isdefinitelya new client. As beautiful as she is, she looks out of sorts; definitely not fit for the millionaire lifestyle most of my clients live. Nonetheless, I head her way.
I notice my sales lead, Jax, starts to walk over to her as well. His eyes look like they’ve just set sight on dinner. I almost stop to let him take the business, but then I realize he’d be going after the wrong business. It's funny, he’s also one of my closest friends, so I probably shouldn’t cock-block him, but I can’t help myself right now, professionalism first.
I keep walking, and wave him off the moment I grab his attention. He throws his head back in disappointment but then chuckles under his breath as he turns around.
“Good afternoon, Miss. Welcome to David Dealership. What brings you in today?” I question as I finally reach her. She’s way more attractive up close. Her hips are hugged in a pair of light-wash skinny jeans and she’s wearing a red short-sleeved blouse which doesn’t do much to hide the curve of her cleavage. Her skin is smooth like cream, her eyes a delicate blue, like the lightest parts of the ocean. Her dirty blonde hair is thrown up in a messy bun.
She looks up at me behind long, dark lashes but doesn’t say anything. Her eyes wander across some of the indoor inventory. Up front I have the bright blue De Tomaso P72 next to the all-black, roofless McLaren Elva. Toward the back sits the sleek red Hennessey Venom GT and a Bentley Bacalar in a beautiful forest green. Only then, after she scans a few of the high-end vehicles that occupy the lobby, does she look back up at me.
“I think I’m in the wrong place,” she admits as she holds her purse closer to her side and goes red in the cheeks.
“I’d be happy to point you in the right direction. First, can I get you something to drink?” I ask, trying to make her feel more comfortable. The commotion surrounding the lobby dies down as the interaction between us seems to play out in slow motion.
“Umm, I don’t think so,” she starts, “I mean, I came looking to buy a car, but I don’t think I can afford anything here,” she finishes. Before I can open my mouth to respond, she turns around and starts walking toward the door.
“Well, maybe I can help,” I express, trying to keep up with her pace and not stare at her ass as she walks away from me, because she does have a nice ass.
There’s an air about her that entices me a bit. I’m so used to the type of attention that comes with the entitled women I’m normally surrounded by. Seeing this beautiful girl in her bashful demeanor, seemingly uninterested in me, throws me off guard a bit.
“We do offer used cars.” I decide to offer, because if we stand here any longer, the awkwardness filling the space between us, I’m going to lose my patience.
She stops and faces me again. “Can we look at some of those?” she asks, and I take her to the back lot outside, where I house all my used inventory.
As we walk to the used car lot, I can tell she’s uncomfortable and out of place. She looks sort of rattled and I kind of find that attractive about her, almost like a challenge.
I’ve helped plenty of clients before. Usually they come in here knowing the price point and they know what they’re looking for. Obviously, this one has no idea what she just walked into.
“Before we start looking, do you have a budget?” I ask, like I do with all of my clients.
“Yeah, it’s-” she pauses, and I can tell she’s hesitant. A gust of wind blows between us causing a few strands of her bun to fly free and fall in front of her face. She takes her fingers to pull the wavy hair behind her ears as she bites down on her bottom lip shyly. The gesture is so innocent yet so sexy. I clear my throat in an attempt to refocus on the task at hand.
“You know what, never mind,” she says, turning back around and this time practically running through the doors.
I stay standing in the middle of the lot, watching her put distance between us as she disappears back into the lobby. It’s not like I’m going to chase her down. She’s pretty and all, hell she’s alluring even and a hell of a lot prettier than any of the girls I’ve fucked with, but I don’t chase anyone. Not clients. Not women. No one.
Jax starts walking in my direction. “Damn, boss. What’d you do to her?” he chuckles.
“Nothing worse than what you would have done to her.”
“I would have taken great care of her, boss. Would have made all her dreams come true.” He nudges me.
“Grow up, Jax.” I give him a disapproving laugh before leaving him behind, though I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t thinking the same thing.
