Page 10 of A Million Times, Yes
“We’ll counter. By half?”
I set the bottle down and pounded my fist on the counter. “Fuck half. Offer a quarter. Not a million more.”
“What if he doesn’t take it?”
I turned around, pressing my back against the lip of the stone. “He will.”
“How do you know that?”
“The amount of money we’ve presented is more than fair.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s going to accept it.”
I smiled, and damn it, it felt good. “He will once I show him the pictures I snapped during our meeting. I’m not saying the shots of him and his girlfriend will earn him a divorce—not at his age and the money tied up in his marriage—but they’ll certainly cause a media circus if the press gets a hold of them.”
Gavin went silent for a few seconds. “Hold on. You’re telling me you took pictures of her?”
“Good ones too. Like the kiss they shared after they walked us to the door. Let’s just say I was thinking ahead.” I checked the time again. “Don’t use that card unless we have to. We go in with the counter. If he balks, then we’ll lay down our final hand.”
“Jesus, Jordan. I didn’t think we were going to have to play it like this.”
I adjusted the waist of my shorts. “He has refused every offer Dad made him. I don’t think he ever intended to sell the team to us. I think he took that meeting so we would stroke his financial cock.”
“I don’t know, maybe he’s tired. Dad’s tired, and they’re around the same age.”
I flattened the top of my hair. The way I tossed and turned, tearing up the bed at times, caused the strands to get a little wild. “That asshole has a team of doers who make sure he doesn’t have to lift a finger while he’s making millions in his sleep.”
“Fair.” He chuckled. “Brother, I’ve got to say, you worked this one well.”
“No, I worked it dirty.” I pushed off the counter and headed for the door. “I have to go. I’ll see you in a few hours.” I left my phone on the table in the hallway and stepped into the elevator that was built into the back wall of my foyer, taking it down to the lobby and out my private door onto the street.
My watch showed I had thirty seconds to spare.
The first half mile went by painfully slow until I was veering to the intersection, which was the entrance of the cross street where Maya would be coming from.
And there she was.
In baby blue.
The parts of her that were covered were hugged in spandex, curves and tits and hips taunting me like hell. Fuck, Maya was one gorgeous woman.
“You came.” She stopped less than five feet away and smiled.
Came?
Yes.
I’d done that in the shower after yesterday’s run, holding my dick like it was the tightness of her cunt, pumping until I exploded into the stream of water. But once wasn’t enough. I’d done it again before I’dgone to bed. Each time with her on my mind. And each time, she didn’t leave my mind once I was done.
“You thought I wouldn’t?”
“I wasn’t sure. You know ... I didn’t give you an answer.” Her arms dangled at her sides, her nipples hard as if I’d been biting them. “You seem like the type who would make me sweat it out for a couple of days before you reappeared.”
The thing was, Maya had answered me.
With her eyes.
Her body.
