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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.”