Taboo Boss - Natasha L. Black Page 0,55
after that, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t think this was a genie that could be put back in the bottle, as it were.
But that was a conversation for another day. Right then, I just wanted to listen to her ramble and eat good food and drink the surprisingly good coffee. When we were all wrapped up, I checked the time and noticed I was already running a little late. I kissed her cheek, kicking myself for falling into a routine that seemed so familiar, and headed out. The last thing I saw before I shut the door was her bending over to pick up her clothes off the floor as she prepared for a shower, her cute ass poking out of the bottom of my shirt, and my stomach clenched. It took a lot of willpower to shut that door.
The first meeting was painless, just a formality with the business offices in the city, getting licenses transferred from one address to the other, and making sure the mail and other requisite paperwork would be sent that direction. A hold was placed on all mail for a week until the sale went through, and I left for the meeting with the Realtor and my lender at the bank.
When I got there, I noticed the realtor I had been working with the day before had been either replaced or had quit. Instead, a portly gentleman, around my age was waiting on me. He held out his hand as I approached.
“Tom Anderson?” he asked, the morning sun making him sweat a little, despite the chill in the air.
“Yes? You are?” I asked.
“Seth, Seth Ambrose,” he said. “You were working with one of my junior realtors yesterday, but I have decided to take on your case.”
“Oh? Why is that?” I asked, thinking back to the intense handshake and veiled threat I made to the last guy.
“That particular property is of rather high demand,” Ambrose said, and I bristled. I prepared for the new, higher, sales pitch. “Considering that fact, I looked into your situation, and I told the other interested parties that the property was already sold. I know you left with some ambiguity yesterday, but I wanted to meet you here and let you know that all that confusion is gone, as far as I’m concerned.”
“And the price?” I asked.
“What about it?” Ambrose asked, his eyebrow rising.
“It hasn’t gone up?”
Seth Ambrose sighed and looked up at me from crumpled eyebrows at the center of his wide face. “I am truly sorry for any behavior you may have witnessed from our firm before now, Mr. Anderson. No, the price has not changed. If you haven’t changed your mind, this is your property to buy.”
I nodded and we went inside. As the meeting with my lender went on, it looked rather good. The paperwork would get finalized within the next few days, and the realtor would be able to take the cash upon my final approval of the deal. All that was left was time. I left the meeting feeling considerably better about the prospects and decided to use that positivity to knock something out of the way that might have been petty, but would be the icing on the cake of the day.
I drove down to where the old bar had been, the smoke long gone, and nothing left now but police tape and burned, broken cement. I parked in my old spot anyway and got out, taking a long walk around it as I made my way down the street. I had a destination in mind and wanted to walk there, playing out what I was going to say when I arrived. I pulled up my phone and dialed up Jordan’s number, just in case. If I needed it, I could just hit the Call button, and I knew he would know where to go. By sound alone, he would figure it out.
The door to Danny’s bar was set open slightly, letting a stream of warm air out where it was cracked open. It was dumb, letting the energy run like that, but it seemed like the door was stuck that way. I opened it fully and stepped inside, standing there a moment in the doorway to let my eyes adjust to the darkness.
When they finally did, I saw that the bar was mostly empty. The bouncer’s chair was vacant, and most of the seats at the bar were similarly unoccupied. One or two booths had someone casually eating a greasy lunch, and