Have I mentioned I’d had a dry spell lately?
“I have a meeting in the morning,” Ivy prompted.
I stepped up to her, feeling the sexual heat radiating off of her. “You don’t want me to stay?” I asked in a low growl.
Her dilated eyes said,Yes please, but she whispered, “No.”
I bent my head down to smell the fruity scent of her hair. “I’d kiss you goodbye,” I told her, “but if I touched you, I don’t think I would be able to restrain myself from ripping your clothes off and fucking you into the bed.”
She gave a little whimper.
“You keep making that noise,” I told her, “and my self-control will be very much eroded.”
She bit her lip slightly then made another soft little moan.
“I can’t tell if you’re teasing or you want me to fuck you,” I told her in a low voice.
Before I could find out, my phone rang. I fumbled in my pants pocket for it then swore when I saw the number. I answered it and waved goodbye to Ivy and Fergus.
“Did you acquire the property?” Greg Svensson’s tone was cold. “I will be making other arrangements if you don’t deliver to me by eleven tomorrow morning. My sources tell me that you have been making steps to reconnect with Camilla Sutherland. I assume that means that you have the key parcels in hand.”
“I will,” I promised him as I took the steps two at a time. “I’m going to talk to Orson Sutherland tomorrow.”
* * *
I wasat the Sutherland Bank early the next morning. I tried to remain calm and collected and not pace in the lobby as I waited for Orson to show up to work. Finally, at nine thirty, he strolled in.
“How was your meeting with Camilla? Smoothed everything over, I hope?”
“Of course,” I lied.
“When’s the new wedding date?” he asked, slapping me on the back and ushering me to his expansive corner office.
“We’re taking it slow,” I said smoothly. “I’m a bit busy with this Svensson Investment real estate deal.”
“You young billionaires and your investments. You’re always so busy. You need to take time for family.”
I glanced at the clock on the wall. I had an hour to close this deal.
“I had the lawyers draw up the paperwork yesterday,” Orson told me, taking a manila folder off of the stack on his desk.
“Thank you,” I said, taking the folder and leafing through the papers. I skimmed them until I reached a low-resolution map of the area with the parcels highlighted. “This isn’t what we agreed on.” I frowned.
“You haven’t married my daughter yet.”
I forced myself to remain calm. “I had dinner with her.”
“And it’s a good step in the right direction. These are decent parcels,” Orson said, tapping the paper with his pen.
“These aren’t what the Svenssons wanted.”
“They still provide connection to the HighLine, just on the other side. You’re smart boys; you can make it work. And once you’ve married my daughter, you can have the other parcels.”
I glanced at the clock. I was out of options.
“Let’s do this then.”
We spent another hour signing the paperwork and having my bank wire the money over to Sutherland Bank. Then I raced everything over to the Svenssons.
