Micah
I enter my favorite restaurant in the Financial District, The Vault, waving off the hostess as she approaches me. The modern design with dark wood tables and white linens, the delicious cuisine, and the professional staff are all the reasons I visit this restaurant as often as possible. I pass by the tables heading around the right side of the restaurant, noting a few women giving me appreciative glances before I reach my destination in the far corner of the room. Holt’s clients Peter and Jenny Lowe are chatting real estate, but my eye goes to the stunning brunette captivating them.
I get why—Allie captivates me in the same way. It’s not only her long straight hair that shines against the light or her hourglass figure or her stunning crystal blue eyes; it’s the energy she projects and the kindness exuding from her. She’s magnetizing and I can see I’m not the only one pulled in.
When I reach the table, I hear Jenny saying, “We want a big backyard with a pool, but maybe that’s a want, not a need. We could always put one in later. Right, honey?”
Peter nods, almost absentmindedly, running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. “Of course, sweetheart.”
Jenny’s smile brightens and her lips part to respond, when she notices me. “Oh, Micah. Hello.”
Peter rises instantly, offering his hand. “We weren’t expecting you this afternoon.”
In the last five years, Peter and I have done two business transactions together, to buy property to expand two different locations in the city. “Peter, Jenny,” I say, returning his handshake. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.” While my presence here would surely delight Peter and Jenny, making them feel special since I never personally meet with residential clients, my coming here has nothing to do with them. I glance at the reason, finding Allie’s head tilting to the side, her pouty lips pursed. “Hello, Allie,” I say.
Tone uncertain, she replies, “Good afternoon, Mr. Holt.”
The way she addresses me and assesses me with a long look arches my mouth. She’s trying to ascertain my motive and figure me out. I like how she’s clever and suspicious of me. I enjoy the challenge she presents. Yet it’s those eyes of hers that get me. They’re what broke my defenses yesterday. They’re warm…and yet full of secrets that I need to find out.
But that’s not all I want or all I plan to take from her. I want her beneath me, writhing in the pleasure I give her. I want her screaming my name in the throes of passion. I want those pouty lips wrapped around my cock with her soulful eyes watching me. I will get what I want. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m joining you.”
“Of course not.” She smiles. “You’re more than welcome, but I’m afraid we’ve already had lunch.”
I watch the way she flicks her hair over her shoulder, exposing its bareness to me, tempting me to run my fingers along such soft-looking skin. “That’s fine. I ate earlier.” I take a seat across from Allie and next to Peter, nodding her on. “Please continue.”
Not missing a beat, Allie turns to Jenny and her smile warms further. I realize the smile she’d given me was polite not genuine. Heat rises in my body, my chest tightening. The warmth in her grin is infectious. I want that warmth for myself.
“You were saying you wanted a pool,” Allie says to Jenny. “But it’s not a deal breaker, right?”
Jenny nods, placing her hands on the table, showing off the diamonds decorating her fingers. “Yes, exactly.”
Interesting. I cock my head, noticing how Allie doesn’t even respond to all the bling being flaunted in front of her. Yesterday she intrigued me with her sharp mind, loyalty, and the way her presence hardened my cock the second I set eyes on her. Today I’m even more convinced she’s something special and someone I want in a very lewd way.
This woman shines, and I like things that sparkle.
“Okay, I think I’ve got it…” Allie taps her pen against the paper in her notebook, resting on the table, her voice steady, low-pitched. “You want a vintage-style home with a pool—but that’s not a deal breaker—and you’d like six bedrooms, plus a great space for entertaining.” She lifts her head, giving both Peter and Jenny direct eye contact. “Have I got everything right?”
“Yes, exactly.” Jenny smacks her hands on the table, showcasing her jewels once again, obviously trying to obtain a reaction from Allie. “That’s precisely what we want. Right, dear?”
Peter nods, eyes flat, bored. “Yes, of course.”
Allie looks away from Peter and chews on her lip before lifting her head, looking directly at him. “Mr. Lowe, I’ll do all I can to find Jenny the perfect house, and make sure she’s very happy.”
Peter’s brows lift. “I appreciate your care and dedication.” And I can see that he’s glad it won’t be a giant headache for him.
I cross my arms, watching the exchange, in awe of Allie and her customer care. In less than two minutes she summarizes the wants and needs of her clients, letting them see she’s eager to please. The Lowes’ smiles indicate she’s won them over. Leaning forward, I rest my elbows on the table, soft conversations going on in the restaurant around us as I focus on Allie. She’s different. There’s a light about her I can’t ignore. A spell of sorts that’s weaving over me and I can’t run from its grip.
“I’ll get started on this today,” Allie says, breaking into my thoughts. “Are you both free tomorrow morning for some viewings?”
“Oh, yes,” Jenny interjects, grabbing her Gucci purse off the back of her chair. “We are—”
“I’m afraid I have meetings all morning.” Peter frowns at his wife.
Allie glances between Peter and Jenny before offering, “How about Jenny and I take a look at the houses and then I can send you a video of any she likes.”
Peter smiles, rising from his seat. “Yes, that should work.”
I’m unable to look away from Allie. Her passion for the job is evident in her eyes, something that I remember once seeing in myself. There was a time when my decisions weren’t solely based on financial gain.