Page 43 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Stalker

She turned and gave me a challenging look. “I’ll tell you, but first you have to answer a few of my questions.”

And that’s how I ended up spending a couple of hours looking over the house I was ready to buy in the first thirty seconds after I’d seen how close it was to where Daisy lived. Every time I thought I had the upper hand and was ready to sign papers, Tiffani had said something like, ‘I wonder if the last resident, a little old lady, died in the main bedroom and still haunts it to this day’. To find out the answer I’d have to look at some other part of the house with Tiffani or talk about my likes and dislikes in a house.

Really, all I’d wanted to say was “It’s two streets over from the house of the girl I’m obsessed with. Now give me the goddamn paperwork.” I managed to restrain myself.

But, I’d bought the house. Paid cash and signed the papers. I could move in that day if I wanted to. Money and fame made things happen.

I glanced at Tiffani before walking out. “Do you know anyone who could just, you know, pick out the furniture and things for me?”

“Like a decorator? I mean, yeah, obviously I do.” She cockedher head and looked at me. “Do you want me to just handle all of that for you?”

I almost hugged her with relief. “Yes! That would be perfect.”

“Any requests?” She pulled out an iPad to take notes.

“Um… the gym needs to be pretty extensive. I like to work out. Top of the line treadmill and a TV near it are a must.”

“Why don’t you just join Saffron?”

I gave her a blank look.

“You know—it’s part of Nico Salazar’s gentleman’s club.”

Everywhere I turned I was struck in the face with joining those damn clubs. “I like to work out alone. I don’t want to inhale other people’s sweat.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Ew. Well now I don’t, either.”

We were quiet for a moment, potentially thinking of disgusting amounts of sweat in the air, before she broke the silence. “Okay, then. Nothing else?”

“Um… no white couches. Or really light colored upholstered furniture.”

She blinked at me.

“Tomato soup is my favorite, so…” I trailed off, thinking it needed no explanation.

“Gotcha,” she put in her notes, clearly thinking I was strange.

That was fine. She definitely wouldn’t be the first person to think that.

“You’re all set. I’m going to hang out here for a while and meet the decorator.”

“They’re coming today?”

“When I say I get things done quickly, I mean it,” she smiled at me. “Of course you’ll be paying extra for that.”

I waved her off. I didn’t care about the money.

“Oh, what about the furniture from your penthouse? Don’t you want to move it here?”

“I’m not selling the penthouse.”

“You’re not?”

I shook my head.

“So… you’re going to have a penthouse in Salazar Towers, a condo in Salazar Heights, and a mansion in the Estates at South. All for a young, single guy?”

I squinted my eyes thoughtfully. “You know, I don’t think I’m going to need that condo anymore.”