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“That is term number one,” Ana asserts, folding her arms over her beautiful chest, a move that does not escape me. She closes her eyes, as if steeling herself against my presence.
This situation could unfold in several ways. One of which would be me walking out. But that would mean I’d need to start my search for both an assistant and an office space from scratch again.
I don’t have the time or energy for starting over, especially if it is just for the sake of making a point.
And I enjoy her way too much.
I pinch the bridge of my nose and consider her request. After purchasing this building, I plan to use it according to my needs, and I am not inclined to involve the previous owner.
But she doesn’t know that. What I know is that she needs to sell.
“How about I walk out right now?” I say, probing her.
“Fine, go ahead,” she responds stubbornly, testing my patience. I groan inwardly, realizing that she would probably make a decent poker player.
My problem is that this is the only building for sale within two blocks of the main hub—the perfect location. She must have realized that and is using it as leverage.
“Hm,” I pause. “Here is an alternative that will make us both happy. I’m willing to offer you a hundred thousand above asking,” I grind out, my blood pressure rising a little. But I meant it when I said I wanted this settled today, and a hundred thousand is a drop in the bucket.
But she continues to stare at me blankly, not moving a muscle.
Remind me never to play poker with this one.
“Fine. What is it that you want to go into this building?”
“It should in some way serve the community,” she insists, her glare unwavering.
I take a good look around. She has taken great care of the space, and renovations will be minimal.
“That should not be a problem. As it so happens, I plan to start a nonprofit within the next few years and house its offices here.”
She nods and says, “Okay, deal.” We shake hands, and I hear a sigh of relief escape her. She drives a hard bargain; I'll give her that.
“I'll call my lawyers to set up a time for signing the papers and handing over the keys. I'll let you know the details,” I inform her, packing up my briefcase while she tidies up the coffee bar. I watch her with a mixture of desperate desire and thinly veiled awe.
As she walks around the coffee bar and toward the door, I follow her, stealing a whiff of her intoxicating scent.
“I would say it was a pleasure doing business with you, but that would be a lie,” I remark in jest, meeting her smirk as she opens the door and steps onto the sidewalk. She locks up the building and turns to leave without uttering another word. She only nods at me and walks down the block, displaying grace in her stride.
Maybe she has taken dance lessons at some point?
I watch her round ass and the sway of her hips as she walks. I imagine holding her waist, and my body ignites.
I snap myself out of the fantasy, trying to prevent the boner that’s stirring in my pants.
My driver opens the car door, and I take one last look down the block before sliding into the back seat. Excitement floods me, electric anticipation humming within me.
I can’t wait to see how she does tomorrow.
I call Charlotte to let her know I'm heading home and ask if there are any calls I need to return. She informs me that my father is waiting for my call, and I decide to take care of it immediately, rather than having it spoil the evening ahead.
“Sanders,” he answers when the line connects.
“Hey, Dad. How are you?” I try not to anticipate the worst, but he never fails to disappoint.
“Did you buy that building?” he asks brusquely.
I close my eyes, attempting to remain calm.
