“I didn’t even realize Mrs. Avery was thinking of selling,” I say, trying not to feel hurt by that. We’re not best friends or anything, but after a year of working for her, I thought we were on good enough terms that she would have given me some notice before I lost my job.
“It’s not officially on the market. She’s afraid of a developer who will bulldoze the whole thing to build lakeside condos getting wind of it.”
Tilting my chin up, I stare at him. “How did you get so chummy with Mrs. Avery that she told you all this if she’s keeping it on the down-low?”
His grin widens. “I flat-out asked if she was open to selling.”
This really shouldn’t surprise me. Men like Seth are a different breed than the rest of us lowly working-class people who have to budget and comparison shop. Powerful and wealthy people got that way by going after what they want with a single-minded determination while secure in the knowledge that they have the funds to put their money where their mouth is. Then again, my mom did always say that if you don’t ask, the answer is always no.
“And she would sell to you?”
He nods. “She would.”
“What would we do with the resort? Live here? Run it?”
His chuckles vibrate my entire body as his arms crush me to him. “We would do whatever we wanted with it.”
Despite myself, I try to imagine living in the cabin that Seth has occupied for these past several weeks. Us walking daily on the trail around the lake, cooking together in that amazing kitchen, relaxing in the spacious living room, basically just us living together. It’s a rather nice thought. Definitely better than us squished into my tiny apartment. Not that he would ever agree with that.
This is something I never gave any thought to before. Okay, maybe I might have dreamed of how great it would be someday to be a property manager instead of the cleaning staff, but the owner? Maybe if I won the lottery, which was a long shot considering I never play.
Everything is happening so fast I’m not sure I can handle it.
I gaze at his handsome face, with his light blue eyes that shine with love. I guess, ready or not, I need to get used to handling things if I want to keep up with Seth. Even a less intense Seth. Plus what if I tell him no and someone else comes along and grabs the resort? I will have cost us a major opportunity.
“This is a good investment?”
He shuffles back so he’s sitting up with his back against the headboard and me still pressed to his front. “Any investment in our future is a good one.”
This sweet romantic side of him I could definitely get used to.
I flick my tongue along the tight peak of his brown nipple. “You’re a goober.”
Chuckling, he hugs me closer. “As long as I’m your goober, I don’t care.” He stops laughing and gently moves away from me. “Let me get the report and show you.”
I let him go, watching his tight ass flex as he walks into the living room to get his binder. The view is even better when he comes back, and I get to enjoy his handsome face, wide smile, and swaying dick. The man is truly blessed.
And he’s all mine!
Under the covers, I pinch my arm and grin as Seth slides back into bed and opens the binder. Yep. This is real, not a dream.
“Mrs. Avery wants $2.8 million for the property,” Seth says, showing me the preliminary title report. “That includes the main house/office, six cabins, ten acres, and lakefront access. Comparable properties are going for $3.5 to $4 million, so it's underpriced.”
It still seems like a staggering amount of money to me. “Why is it underpriced?”
“Because she’s not looking to sell it to the highest bidder. She’s looking for the right buyer, who will continue the resort asshe and her husband intended the land to be used.” He looks at me. “We're the right buyer.”
This all feels like a wild, out-of-body experience, but I’m shacking up with a billionaire, so I better get used to this. I nod. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
A huge smile breaks out on his face. “Good.” He grabs his phone from his pants on the floor. “Now, let's call Mrs. Avery and set up a meeting.”
Mrs. Avery agrees to meet us that afternoon at the resort property. She's in her seventies with silver hair and sharp eyes, and when she sees Seth and me arrive together, she smiles knowingly.
“So you two worked things out,” she says without preamble.
My mouth drops open, and a blush burns my cheeks. “How did you know there was anything to work out?”
She plants her fists on her hips and laughs. “Jennifer, did you really think you’re the first housekeeper that’s fallen for a guest?” Her grin grows. “Though you are the first to want to buy the place.”
