Page 3 of Sensual Nights

"You shouldn't. I saw someone running away from here, so there was someone inside."

She shrugged. "I don't know how he would have gotten in. The front door was locked when I got here."

"There's many ways he could have gotten in. Let Quinn know. Maybe he needs to get the security cameras up and running sooner rather than later."

"I will, for sure." She took another deep breath and tucked a soft, wayward strand of hair behind her ear, and the motion mesmerized him. Her fingers were slender and looked smooth. Her hair was dark and wavy, and it shined where the light hit it. She was petite in build, but her straight posture made her look taller than she was, which he guessed at about five foot three.

She nodded. "Okay. Let's head downstairs and I'll write up your offer."

"After you."

He followed her down the stairs, watching her hair as it moved with each step. He swallowed the lump in his throat and took a deep breath. Carley moved to the first small round table near the wall and sat down. She pulled a long sheet of paper from her folder and removed a pen from her purse.

He sat across from her quietly, watching her hand as she neatly printed on the Offer to Purchase form. His name, the address of the condo, and the basic information she easilyrecalled from memory without having to look things up. That impressed him. It didn't hurt that he liked looking at her, so there was that.

As she worked on the Offer, she halted and turned her eyes up to his. "What price do you want to offer?"

His brows furrowed. "The asking price."

Her head cocked to the right. "Okay."

"Is that wrong?"

Her smile was beautiful as it grew. Her eyes twinkled. "I don't want to tell you what to do, but most people would offer less and see if it works."

"How much less?"

She took a breath. "I'm not supposed to help you with that part. After all, I work for Quinn. I'll only say some people have offered five thousand less and have been happy with the acceptance. You didn't hear it from me."

His heartbeat quickened as he watched her. She was helping him. "Okay. Let's go five thousand less than asking."

Her smile grew and she nodded. "Perfect."

Her hand flew across the page until she got to the bottom. "What will you put down for earnest money?"

He shrugged. "Five thousand seems like a good number."

She grinned, and he saw the hint of a dimple on her left cheek. She wrote the earnest money in the blank spot, then looked up at him again.

"When would you like to close?"

He shrugged. "It seems nearly ready, just closet doors. I'd like to move in right away if possible. I have to give thirty days’ notice on my apartment, but that gives me time to move slowly and get someone to clean my apartment."

"Will your bank be able to get the funds available to you right away?"

"I'm not getting a mortgage. I have the money. I only need to go to the bank and withdraw it."

Her eyes widened but she wrote a date on the blank line. "I have to give the title company a week. Will that work?"

"A week is good."

She finished up the offer and tucked her paperwork away. "I need to head back to the office and enter this on the computer. I'll email it to you through a document signing company we use. You'll electronically sign it, and I'll send it to Quinn. I'm sure he'll be happy to accept it."

She stood and picked up her folder. She held out her hand and he happily wrapped his fingers around it. It was smooth and warm, and felt wonderful in his hand.

"Thank you, Mason. It was nice seeing you."

"Thank you, Carley. It was nice seeing you, too. Next time you come to the Sandbar, please stop and say hi. I'll buy you a drink."

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