Luring the Biker

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

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Peyton

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“PEYTON, I NEED you to do me a favor.”

I looked up from the computer and could tell by the look on my boss’s face that I wasn’t going home anytime soon.

“Uh, sure, John,” I replied, glancing at the clock. It was Friday, almost five o’clock, and I’d made plans to meet up with some girlfriends for dinner. It was our monthly get-together and I’d been looking forward to it all week.

“A guy just called and he wants to look at the house on Bush Street. Tonight. I’m showing a couple of houses myself in another area and can’t make it,” he said with the phony smile that told me he was full of s**t. I knew why he didn’t want to show the place; it was cheap and the commission check would barely cover his monthly dining expenses.

“I’m not a realtor,” I reminded him. In fact, I was just a part-time, underpaid administrative assistant who made more money waitressing at Olive Garden part-time.

“No, but all you have to do is open up the house for this guy and let him take a look around. I already explained that you weren’t a realtor.”

So, he’d already set it up, expecting me to agree.

Asshole.

I forced a smile to my face. As much as I wanted to tell him where to go, I still needed this job and he knew it, too. “What time?” I asked, pulling out my cell phone.

“He’s on his way there right now.”

I chewed on my lower lip.

That wasn’t too bad.

Hopefully, I could get him in and out quickly and still meet up with my friends.

“What if he asks questions about the place?”

He gave me the look. The one that made me feel like an i***t. “Just show him the house flyer we created and tell him that I’ll call him in the morning.”

“Okay,” I replied, signing out of my computer. I looked up at him, suddenly wondering if it was safe to meet a strange man alone like that. “Wait a second, is it safe?”

“Safe? What do you mean?”

“You know... I’m meeting him alone. We don’t know much about him.”

He smirked. “Of course, it’s safe. He found the house on my online listings and thought he’d be meeting with a man in the first place. He sounds like a serious buyer and not”—he snorted—“someone out to commit a felony.”

“Okay,” I replied, feeling like I’d made a fool out of myself by even asking. John had a way of making me feel naïve and incompetent at times.

“Seriously, you’re safe. Now, on the other hand, if it was Diana,” John said as one of the other realtors walked into the room—a woman he obviously had the hots for, “I’d have to send out a bodyguard. How’s it going, gorgeous?”

Diana, who was blonde and perfect in every way because of her bodacious implants, a few nips and tucks, along with her semi-annual Botox appointments, smiled at him. “Awesome. I think I sold the house on York Street.”

John’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding? The one for two-million?”

“Yes,” she squealed, doing a little dance. “Can you believe it? And it just went on the market today!”

“You are amazing. You know, we should go out and celebrate,” he replied. “I bet I could get us in at Manny’s Steakhouse tonight.”

I wanted to ask if that was before or after doing the showings, but held my tongue. It was obvious, more than ever, that he was a real d**k.

Diana’s smile froze and I could see the wheels spinning in her head. I knew that deep down, having dinner with him was the last thing she wanted. “Sorry, John. But I have other plans. Besides, I wouldn’t want to jinx the deal,” she replied, trying to let him off easily.

“Oh. Well, I understand,” he said, looking disappointed. “We’ll wait until after the closing. Raincheck?”

“Uh, sure,” she said, laughing nervously before heading toward her office.

I cleared my throat. “Okay, then. I guess I’m off to meet your guy, since you’re so busy. I hope sending me isn’t a mistake,” I added. “I’d hate to lose a sale for you.”

“If he seems really interested, call me,” said John, looking distracted. “Don’t forget the flyer.”

“I’ve got it right here,” I replied, reaching for the file folder with the Bush house information. “By the way, what’s his name?”

“Dominic Savage,” he answered.

Interesting name, I thought.

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