As far as Devon could conclude, Krystal Bennett was already in the bag. He’d played the sentimental fool the other day, and she’d eaten right out of his hands. Now was the time for him to reap the fruits of his efforts and it had to be soon.
If his knowledge about the woman race was on point, she was ripe for the picking now. If he wasted another minute, the female generation tended to overthink which would eventually look for excuses to delay the inevitable.
So, he had arranged a meeting in his apartment under the pretext of going over the last details of the contract one more time that very Saturday afternoon. His gut instincts already assumed that she would arrive wearing some sexy number like the other day, and convince him for a few monetary concessions in exchange for other unspo
