Page 43 of Heart of a Savage
“Good morning, Mr. Crawford. Corina Evans is here to see you,” Chase spoke over the intercom.
I pressed the button to reply. “Send her in, Chase.”
I was confused as to why this woman wanted to see me. Rarely did we speak to the CEOs of our realty company unless there was a board meeting. Why she was at my office at ten in the morning?
A few moments later, Corina stepped inside my office, seemingly walking better than the last time I’d seen her.
“Good morning, Mr. Crawford.”
“Hello, Ms. Evans. What can I do for you?”
“May I?” she asked, gesturing to the chair in front of me.
“Please,” I replied.
“I know it’s unlikely for me to be here without asking for a meeting, but this was sort of important.”
“I’m listening.”
She cleared her throat and looked at me nervously. “Well, those lofts on 23rd... Someone wants to buy the building and made an offer that you wouldn’t want to refuse.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes.”
“I already have a buyer,” I told her.
“Not to impose, but what are they offering?”
I frowned. “I don’t understand why that’s any of your concern.”
“The person who’s offering to buy them threw out alargenumber. I just wanted to see if I’m wasting my time.”
“Twenty percent more than I purchased them for. Since I’ll be using a contractor to remodel them, the buyers are offering twenty on top of the seventy thousand I paid for them.”
She reached inside of her satchel, took out a sheet of paper, and slid it across my desk. I waited a minute while staring at her before I picked up the paper, scanning over it. The number three followed by six zeros was enticing. Those lofts weren’t even worth that much.
“Who’s the person of interest, and where are they from?” I asked. I had to know who was crazy enough to want to purchase those lofts for that high-ass price. If they were some out-of-towners, I was going to instantly shut it down.
“She’s a club owner and owns a car service. Ms. Arieana Logan.”
My eyes stayed glued to Corina with a stoic expression on my face, but inside, I felt a warm feeling wash over me.
Miss Mean Ass with the juicy pussy.
I hadn’t spoken to Arie in a week after we had sex, and I left the following morning after our session. I wasn’t trying to ghost her, but when I tried to wake her and tell her I was heading out, she was comatose. Instead of trying to get her up, I straightened up, cooked her breakfast, and left.
“Hmm. Interesting. Let me think on it. I’ll get back to you at my earliest convenience.”
Corina fiddled with the strap of her satchel as she sat in front of me, still, staring off in deep thought.
I snapped my fingers to get her attention. “Enjoy the rest of your morning, Ms. Evans.”
She snapped out of it. “Oh! I’m sorry. Thank you for your time. I really think you should consider—those numbers are very good.”
She stood and left my office as quickly as she came. Something about her seemed off to me. From the moment I met the chick, she looked like she had some shit going on with her. Only time would tell if she was going to reveal what thatshitwas.
Switching gears, I looked back down at the paper. The very thought of that juicy pussy, mean girl had me thinking about our night together. I did just as I said I would do and turned her ass every which way but loose. Her moans, cries of ecstasy, and girly tenor let me know that she could indeed be soft, submissive—tamed. I hated to admit it, but I liked her. I was almost sure that she hated me, though. I left her in the middle of the night without saying goodbye. I did, however, leave my number with the message that read “You’re welcome.” I’m assuming she didn’t like that because I never got a call from her this week. Knowing her mean ass, she never would use it.
