“Well, what do you think?” Bridget Madison, Paxton's realtor, asked, pointing at the apartment.
“I don’t know…” Rihannon said.
“Look, Paxton wants you to have the apartment so badly he’s willing to meet the seller’s first price.”
“What?!”
“He never goes to contracts without negotiating. You have no idea how utterly ruthless he can be. I’ve seen it in person. Brutal and so damn hot.”
“I have an idea...”
That’s why she still felt wary about their relationship even though he’d been so transparent and so tender lately, coming home to her, enjoying their time together.
“For a lower floor, the apartment is amazingly sunny.”
Bridget’s voice was as rapid as gunfire. She was in her fifties, fit and sexy in her brash way.
“It’s modern,” she added. “Cheerful, totally updated. The garden m
