Page 38 of Indecent Ventures

I laugh as I leave. I may make a quick stop in the bathroom to make sure my hair looks good before I go see Jade.

I approach an administrative person’s office to ask where Jade’s is. She points me in the right direction.

Her door is closed when I arrive. I knock.

She yells, “I’m naked, don’t come in.”

I immediately open the door. She’s fully clothed sitting behind her desk. “Ugh. What a letdown. I was hoping for naked.”

Her face lights up. “If I knew it was you, maybe I would have been naked. Come in and close the door behind you.”

I walk in, close the door, and hold up the property files. “Reagan asked me to give this to you and let you know my vision for its rebuild so you could do some virtual modeling.”

“I see. Are you doing a project with us?”

“Yes, this one and likely a few more.”

“Will you and I be working together for the duration?”

I shrug. “I don’t know. I’ve never done virtual modeling on any project. Our family business doesn’t have that technology. How long does it take?”

“For only one property?”

“For now.”

“A single-family home?”

“Yes.”

“As long as you’re fairly descriptive, it doesn’t take me long. This isn’t a skyscraper. It’s a relatively small house.”

“It’s a ten-thousand-square-foot mansion. It’s hardly small.”

She smiles and points to some files on her desk. “Each one of those represents a building with at least a million square feet.”

“Gotcha.”

“I can do this for you quickly though. I’ll take notes today and then we’ll meet again. If you have modifications, I’ll make them. If not, we’re done. It’s pretty simple.”

“Okay. Let’s just get started. You should probably sit on my lap. It helps me think.”

She smiles. I love that smile. It’s full of mischief. “Collin, time is money. You’re going to need to think with your big head for this.”

“You’ve seen me. You know that my big head rests below my belt.”

She laughs. “You’re not wrong.” She motions toward a small sofa. “Sit down. Let me grab a few things.”

I sit while she rummages through her desk. She stands and walks toward me. She’s in a hot pink pantsuit. It’s tailored perfectly to her long, curvy body.

I give her an obvious once-over before making my way to her eyes. “You look like sexy, businesswoman Barbie.”

Without missing a beat, she says, “You look like dirty, fuckable Ken.”

“Hmm. I didn’t have that model. Perhaps it came out after I was done playing with dolls at around thirty years old.”

She lets out a laugh as she sits next to me, placing her pads of paper, pens, and rulers on the coffee table. She moves her face into my airspace. “I’m much younger. It wasn’t out until about…four years ago. He was my favorite though. I don’t like boring, plain Ken.”

I get right in her face. “I don’t like boring, plain Barbie.”

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