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you would please fill out the client form, then we can get into the details of what you’re looking for.” Reaching for the paper, he brushes his fingers against my hand. There’s that heat again! What is it about that man!? I turn my head back to my computer…not wanting him to see what his touch does to me. It takes him just a few moments to fill out the form. I let him place it on my desk, keeping my skin out of reach of his. After he sits back down, I reach for the form to start looking through it.

      Single, self-employed, entertainment business. Price range - minimum of two million dollars! HOLY FUCK! “Ian, I think you made an error here. You have a minimum of two million written down.”

      “No error, Vanessa. I will not be bothered looking at anything less than that. I know what I want… I make it a personal quest to ‘always’ get what I want.”

      I have a feeling he’s not talking about houses with that comment. “Ian, I don’t have anything that would be to your liking. You would have to go outside the city to an acreage estate, and that is not my territory. I’m afraid I’m going to have to refer you to my boss, Mr. Tangier. He handles what you’re looking for. If you wait right here, I’ll go see if he is available.”

      Stepping out of my office I quickly move down the hall. “Hey, Bret.”

      “Oh, Vanessa, good morning. Helen tells me you have a new client. How’s that going?”

      “It’s not…I can’t help him with what he’s looking for. You’re going to have to handle this one. Two million at the least, he will not accept anything less.”

      “Well, let's get this one hooked. We haven’t had a golden sale like that in a long time.”

      “He’s all yours! I’ll bring Mr. Braddix right over.”

      “Mr. Tangier is free; If you’ll please follow me.” Ian stands and walks to me placing the palm of his hand on the small of my back. I start walking fast to Bret’s office…I open the door and lead him in. “Mr. Braddix, this is Mr. Bret Tangier, you’ll be in good hands with him.”

      “It’s nice to meet you, please call me, Ian.” He turns to me, taking me by the hand while leaning into my cheek. “I’d be in better hands with you. I shall see you soon.” He whispers, grazing his lips across my cheek. I can feel my heat rising, my hot essence escaping from my core. I quickly turn heading to my office without saying a word to either of them.

      Chapter Seven

      After a painful thirty-minute conversation with Katherine Hutch, I finally have a moment to myself. Picking up my cold scone, I set off to the kitchen to heat it up, then go next door for a fresh mocha.

      A warm scone, a new mocha, and a much-needed caffeine boost. I can now get back to work. Stepping back into my office, I stop when I see Bret and Ian both sitting at my desk.

      “There you are, Vanessa. Come have a seat.”

      “Was there something you needed, Bret?”

      “Actually yes, Ian is insisting on working with you in finding his new home. I will assist you in finding potential properties, but you will be the one to arrange any showings.”

      “I see, well Ian, as much as I appreciate you wanting to work with me, I feel you would be in better hands with Bret. His expertise will better assist you with the type of property you are looking for.”

      “As I told you before, Vanessa, I’d much rather be in your hands.”

      Just those words have my body trembling; the thought of that man in my hands has my sex filled with heat. I can feel my essence seeping through.

      “Vanessa? Hello, did you hear me?”

      “Oh Bret, I’m sorry, I got sidetracked in thought. What was it you were saying?”

      “I said, you won’t need to have any worries with this. I will be here to assist you. Now, I will leave you with Ian to start working on a detail list. I’ll be in my office should you need me.”

      “Fine. Okay, Ian let’s talk about the specifics you are looking for.”

      “Dinner?” He asks me.

      “Excuse me?”

      “Tonight, dinner. I’ll pick you up at six. We’ll have dinner, then we will talk about what I specifically want.”

      “I don’t think that is a good idea…besides, I have other plans for this evening already.”

      “You will cancel them! I’ll see you at six!”

      “No, I will not cancel, you will not see me at six!”

      “Vanessa, are you refusing me? Because I will tell you this, I don’t do refusal, and nothing will please me more than to lay my hand across those beautiful ass cheeks of yours and show you what happens when I am refused.”

      What the fuck!? As angry as that makes me, I can’t help but feel aroused by those words. “Ian, I don’t know who you think you are or what gives you the right to speak to me like that, but let me tell you this…you will keep your hands to yourself!” I can see the rage in his eyes.

      “Vanessa, typically when a woman speaks to me like that she doesn’t sit right for days. Seeing that we have just met, I will let this slide… just this once. Now, I ask you again… Dinner tonight at six?”

      “Ian, as I told you before, I already have plans with my family. I am willing to keep our meeting for Wednesday, I will also forget about the one hour limit since we will be discussing business.”

      “Fine, Wednesday at six! We’ll go to dinner, not a coffee shop. That is non-negotiable!” He exclaims sternly.

      “I’ll see you Wednesday, Ian. Now, if you will excuse me I would like to go over some listings with Bret so that I can have them with me when we meet.”

      “Until then, Vanessa” He takes my hand and pulls me to him, placing a kiss on my cheek. He then turns and walks out of my office.

      I need to call Brytney!

      “Hey, Vanessa. How’s your day going? Anything you want Jack and I to bring with us tonight?”

      “No, I’ve got it all covered. Is there any way you can slip out of work early? I need you to come to my office.”

      “Yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem it’s a slow day. Is everything okay?”

      “Yes… No… I don’t know, how soon can you get here?”

      “Give me thirty…see you soon.”

      “Thanks, Brytney…I’ll tell Helen to let you right in.”

      Chapter Eight

      “Finally! Shut the door!”

      “Damn girl, what is going on!?” Brytney asks.

      “Ian! That’s what’s going on, he was here in my office.”

      “Holy fuck! Now, are you going to call the police?”

      “No…no, it’s not like that; he’s looking to buy a house.”

      “How do you know that’s his real intention?”

      “I don’t know, but I have to tell you…since the day I met him I can’t think of anything else. Just a look or a touch from him makes me… well, you know.”

      “No, Vanessa, I don’t know. What are you saying? Did something happen between the two of you?”

      “Oh God, Brytney. NO! But….”

      “Oh for fuck sake, Vanessa - you want him!”

      “Brytney this isn’t a joke; I’ve never been affected like this by a man before. We are having dinner on Wednesday, a business dinner. I think I

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