“You guys can teach me how to surf like I’ve always wanted,” she said. “And, of course, we can have you check out the property firsthand so you can really gauge your interest.”
“Oh, I’ll teach you to surf. I’ll have you rippin’ waves like The Duke.”
“I have no idea who that is, but I look forward to getting a full-on surf education from you, Turner,” Sara giggled.
“You will, you will. We’ll have to set a date soon.”
And just like that, she had them.
All I had to do was sit back and watch the scene unfold, Sara directing every second with such effortless charm that the Roths had no clue they were falling right into neatly laid traps. Fuck. How had I even doubted her? She was nailing it better than I could have ever imagined, and I was so turned on by that fact that I could hardly sit still. I’d seen this woman ass naked bent over a couch for me last week, yet I was certain I’d never been more attracted to her than I was now. Every sound she made – every curious turn of the head and little burst of a smile lifted a weight in my chest I didn’t know I had.
If her act was working on even my cold, dead heart, then the Roths stood no chance.
Opening my group text with Emmett and Lukas, I fired a quick summary of the meeting they’d insisted on.
ME: She just got them to agree to the Biarritz trip without even trying.
EMMETT: Damn. You should consider growing a pair of tits
ME: She has more in her arsenal than just that.
EMMETT: Ahh look he’s defending her
LUKAS: Adorable
Regretting my text, I clicked my phone off and slid it down the table.
When the meeting was all over, I saw the Roths to the elevator, Sara following closely behind. The neat little clicks of her heels were an unbelievable tease for my cock. All I wanted was to turn around and get a long look at those fucking sexy legs, but it was my turn to actually do my part for this meeting.
“Gentlemen. We’ll touch base soon,” I said, using Turner’s own vague line on them. This time, he was the one who got specific.
“Yeah, yeah, well, why don’t we shoot for sometime next week? I’m booked through the weekend, but how about we link up again Monday?” Turner asked, making sure to flick his eyes past my shoulder at Sara. I assumed she nodded because he smiled.
“Monday it is,” I decided, watching Turner struggle to leave without getting Sara’s attention a couple more times. When they were finally gone, I turned to find her narrowed eyes on me.
“You didn’t think I could do it,” she said before I could even congratulate her on the job well done. I cocked an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?”
“You texted me before the meeting started. ‘Possible change of plans?’” she quoted me. The smirk on my lips was tight as I found myself caught red-handed. I gripped my tie and adjusted as we started walking.
“I wasn’t doubting your ability so much as trying to give you an out. The Roths were being particularly intolerable before you arrived, and it gave me certain ideas of how they’d behave around you.”
“Certain ideas? Like?”
I drew in a neat breath between my teeth. “Like using certain language and putting their hands all over you in ways I didn’t care to see.”
“I thought you’d hired me for that specific reason, sir.”
I flinched at the word sir.
“I did. Today, I entertained second-thoughts,” I replied brusquely.
“I didn’t pin you for someone who had those,” Sara lilted, pissing me off and turning me on in the same breath.
“Well, I imagine there’s a first time for everything, Sara.”
“Fine. But if it happened because you feel in some way protective or doubtful of me, you can relax,” she said, walking ahead of me up the stairs. My jaw clenched as my eyes instinctively fell to her round ass. “As far as I can tell, you have full confidence in Colin and Tori and every other employee of yours in this office. So if I’m just another one of them, sir, you can feel free to let me do my job.”