bedrooms, were spectacular. Instead of the usual 3-D models, they had the real thing to immerse themselves in. Prospective residents had multiple choices to make their home in the high-rise their own, including finish-out packages grouped under Classic, French, Modern, and Retro.
Standing in the sales office with the other realtors, Sierra couldn’t wait to start.
“In the leather-bound folder each of you hold are the specs, amenities, everything you need to sell these luxury estates.” John looked at each of them. “As you noted, construction is continuing on the upper floors, but the scaled models in front of you will allow the prospective buyer to be able to see the exact location of each property.
“This sales area will be available to you from nine to five daily. The person with the most contracts signed with cleared checks as of five P.M. Friday is the winner. In case of a tie, the person with the first sale afterwards will be declared the winner.” He glanced at his watch.
“I will be available to you until twelve P.M., when my assistant and I will return to Tucson. It is important that you be self-motivating and able to work independently. Any questions?”
Sierra hadn’t expected there to be any after John’s statement about independence. No one said a word.
“Well. We’ll meet at seven o’clock Friday night at the Stark, a private dining room in the W, to announce the winner. Good luck to each of you.”
The other applicants piled out of the room; Sierra took her digital top-of-the-line camera and began taking pictures of the scale models. She quickly covered all the angles. She had squatted to take a picture of the terrace floor that was open to all the residents when her skin prickled. Slowly she straightened, turning as she did so, knowing she’d see Blade.
She viewed him through the lens, larger than life, bold, daring. Gorgeous, from the jet-black hair tied away from his face to the expensive Italian loafers on his feet. She took the shot, then lowered the camera.
She thought she was prepared, then knew there was no way her body could ever get used to the sheer sexual impact of the man watching her with unblinking eyes. He wore a gray pin-striped suit that probably cost a small fortune, but it couldn’t hide the intense magnetism.
“Hello, Blade. I wondered when you’d show up.”
His eyebrow lifted. “One of these days I’m going to surprise you.”
“You have quite a setup here.” She looked at the scale of the residence to give herself time to gather her fraying nerves. She was smart. She could handle any situation. Then his fingers threaded their way through her unbound hair and she couldn’t stop the shiver that raced through her.
Her gaze sought his. All her truths and certainties went out the door.
“I took your suggestions for Navarone Place,” he said lazily.
“I hope you gave me credit for them,” she said, glad her voice wasn’t as breathless and as weak as she felt.
His lips curved upward just a fraction and Sierra waited for him to really smile. When it didn’t happen, she felt sadness all the way to her soul.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
“You might not like the answer.”
“I’ll take that chance.”
The eyes that had been almost tender became hard. Blade wouldn’t be an easy man to get to know, but then no one in her family liked easy. “I wanted to see you really smile, and when you didn’t, it made me sad.”
Raw emotions flashed in his eyes. His long fingers speared through her hair, cupping her head and arching her mouth upward toward his. Intent was in every line of his body.
She wasn’t aware of the pressing closer, of whispering his name. His head lowered. Her breath caught. His mouth took hers with carnal pleasure. She locked her arms around his neck and let him take her to the edge of reason.
“Blade.”
The intrusion of Shane calling Blade’s name brought Sierra hurtling back to where she was, in a sales and information
Standing in the sales office with the other realtors, Sierra couldn’t wait to start.
“In the leather-bound folder each of you hold are the specs, amenities, everything you need to sell these luxury estates.” John looked at each of them. “As you noted, construction is continuing on the upper floors, but the scaled models in front of you will allow the prospective buyer to be able to see the exact location of each property.
“This sales area will be available to you from nine to five daily. The person with the most contracts signed with cleared checks as of five P.M. Friday is the winner. In case of a tie, the person with the first sale afterwards will be declared the winner.” He glanced at his watch.
“I will be available to you until twelve P.M., when my assistant and I will return to Tucson. It is important that you be self-motivating and able to work independently. Any questions?”
Sierra hadn’t expected there to be any after John’s statement about independence. No one said a word.
“Well. We’ll meet at seven o’clock Friday night at the Stark, a private dining room in the W, to announce the winner. Good luck to each of you.”
The other applicants piled out of the room; Sierra took her digital top-of-the-line camera and began taking pictures of the scale models. She quickly covered all the angles. She had squatted to take a picture of the terrace floor that was open to all the residents when her skin prickled. Slowly she straightened, turning as she did so, knowing she’d see Blade.
She viewed him through the lens, larger than life, bold, daring. Gorgeous, from the jet-black hair tied away from his face to the expensive Italian loafers on his feet. She took the shot, then lowered the camera.
She thought she was prepared, then knew there was no way her body could ever get used to the sheer sexual impact of the man watching her with unblinking eyes. He wore a gray pin-striped suit that probably cost a small fortune, but it couldn’t hide the intense magnetism.
“Hello, Blade. I wondered when you’d show up.”
His eyebrow lifted. “One of these days I’m going to surprise you.”
“You have quite a setup here.” She looked at the scale of the residence to give herself time to gather her fraying nerves. She was smart. She could handle any situation. Then his fingers threaded their way through her unbound hair and she couldn’t stop the shiver that raced through her.
Her gaze sought his. All her truths and certainties went out the door.
“I took your suggestions for Navarone Place,” he said lazily.
“I hope you gave me credit for them,” she said, glad her voice wasn’t as breathless and as weak as she felt.
His lips curved upward just a fraction and Sierra waited for him to really smile. When it didn’t happen, she felt sadness all the way to her soul.
“What’s the matter?” he asked
“You might not like the answer.”
“I’ll take that chance.”
The eyes that had been almost tender became hard. Blade wouldn’t be an easy man to get to know, but then no one in her family liked easy. “I wanted to see you really smile, and when you didn’t, it made me sad.”
Raw emotions flashed in his eyes. His long fingers speared through her hair, cupping her head and arching her mouth upward toward his. Intent was in every line of his body.
She wasn’t aware of the pressing closer, of whispering his name. His head lowered. Her breath caught. His mouth took hers with carnal pleasure. She locked her arms around his neck and let him take her to the edge of reason.
“Blade.”
The intrusion of Shane calling Blade’s name brought Sierra hurtling back to where she was, in a sales and information
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