“Exactly.”
“You were very vague, and this whole business is ridiculous. You’ll get your money in two weeks.”
Apparently, she didn’t remember “everything” I’d said; either that, or she was choosing to forget.
“No, Morgan, I was not vague. I told you, if you didn’t have it all by today, you could pack your bags or I’d take the price out of your bottom.”
I watched as her eyes widened in horror. Standing there in black bike shorts and a faded red sweatshirt—she’d cut out the neckline so it fell off her shoulder—and she still looked stunning.
“How about I come inside,” I suggested.
She stepped away to let me enter the room, looking as though she was in shock.
Sitting down on her wicker couch, I perused the room, noticing what a lovely job she’d done decorating. It was really quite beauti
