Page 7 of A Forgotten Promise

Judging by her anxiety, though, I doubt that. At the same time, I respect the shit out of her for showing up here, believing she can get me to sell that property.

Heat rises to her cheeks, and she stands up. Only her legs don’t unfold fast enough, and she stumbles.

My legs move of their own accord, and I catch her by the elbow. The touch sends a jolt of electricity through my body.

“Models don’t have brains?” she accuses, yanking her arm away from me.

The touch affected me more than I’d like to let on. She has looks, guts, and we have chemistry. It’s a shame I don’t mix business with pleasure.

I study her for a moment, trying to decide what her angle is. “What’s your offer?”

She startles, visibly shaking at my question. Did she come here not believing she’d get this far? Fuck, this is more intriguing than it should be.

“Look, my brother is the one interested in buying it, but given your relationship, I’m assuming you won’t sell it. I came here to see what it would take to motivate you.”

I raise one eyebrow, smirking. Now we’re talking.

“Not that,” she blurts out.

I chuckle. She’s like a spooked horse, but she’s not giving up.

“That building is not for sale. It’s enough that my plans with it got delayed because your brother threw a tantrum.”

“Everything is for sale,” she counters, and steps back when she realizes how her words sound.

I step closer, her perfume invading my nostrils. She swallows hard.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have bothered with my clothes then.”

Her gaze. Her scent. Her voice. For a brief moment, she owns me.

“That’s harassment,” she rasps.

I sneer. “I thought everything was for sale.”

We stare at each other for what feels like a very long time, but the light outside hasn’t changed, so it must be just a moment.

I’m transfixed by her whole being. No picture, no poster does her justice. She’s just too imperfectly perfect.

“Why?” I ask, still crowding her.

She blinks, but to her credit, she doesn’t move. I intimidate and people cower, but not Saar van den Linden.

“Why?” she repeats.

Okay, now she’s dragging this out unnecessarily. I step back to regain control over my body, my cock twitching in my pants. Part of me immediately regrets the distance. I shove that part to the side.

“Jesus, woman, keep up. Why did your brother send you? Especially since he wants the building, and clearly he didn’t send you to seduce me to get it.”

I adjust my cufflinks, the conflicting energy coursing through my veins.

“Finn doesn’t know I’m here.”

Few things surprise me, and yet here we are. “I don’t understand.”

Which is kind of refreshing because usually, I’m the one two steps ahead while the others can’t catch up.

She frowns, scrunching her lips to the side, and seems to deliberate for a moment. “Finn wants the building, and I want him to be happy, so I thought… Well, I wasn’t thinking.” She groans, shaking her head.

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