The Cartel - Ashley Antoinette Snell [50]
Her come-on was obvious, and he gave her a polite smirk in response. “I’m here to see my brother, Monroe Diamond.”
The receptionist licked her lips and stated, “You can go right back to his office.”
Carter nodded and then headed down the hall.
Before he was out of sight, the receptionist called out, “And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.”
Carter smiled but didn’t reply. He simply continued on his way until he came to an office that read Diamond on the door. He knocked lightly on the door.
“Come in,” Monroe called out.
Carter entered the office and slapped hands with Monroe. They pulled each other close for a brief second before sitting down.
“Carter, this is Harper Spokes. Harper, this is my older brother, Carter.”
Harper shook hands with the young man beside him and said, “You resemble your father.”
“So I’ve heard,” Carter answered.
“He was a good friend of mine. I’m sorry for your loss,” Harper said.
“Thank you.”
Money cleared his throat. “Harper tells me that we have a couple properties for you to view today.”
Harper pulled out a portfolio with available properties inside, and Carter chose three that he was interested in purchasing.
“How quickly are you looking to move in?” Harper asked.
“As soon as possible.”
“You are aware that Diamond Realty only deals in high-end properties. Do you need financing? How do you plan on paying for the property?” Harper asked, causing Money to look up from the stack of papers on his desk.
Money, a bit offended at Harper’s question, replied bluntly before Carter could answer, “In cash.”
Carter, offended as well, said, “What other way is there?”
“Just like your father . . . you work in cash. That’s how I like it,” Harper stated.
“I bet you do,” said Carter in a sarcastic tone.
Although Miamor never kept a dirty house, she cleaned it from top to bottom to ensure that it was presentable for her prospective buyer. The only room that she hadn’t touched was Anisa’s.
She loved her realtor. As soon as she called him and told him she wanted to sell her place, he was on top of things. Within a few hours he had called her back and told her he had found a potential purchaser. The day slowly crept by as she waited for her realtor to arrive. It was five o’clock in the afternoon when she finally heard the knock on the door.
Miamor opened her door, and her jaw hit the floor when she saw Carter standing beside her realtor.
“Ms. Matthews, this is Carter Jones,” Harper stated. “Carter Jones, Miamor Matthews.”
Carter was just as surprised to see Miamor standing before him. She didn’t seem too happy to see him but, for business purposes, held out her hand for him to shake it.
“Mr. Jones,” she said.
Carter smirked at her act, but played along, giving off the perception that they had just met.
“Well, if you don’t mind, we’ll just take a look around,” Harper stated.
Miamor shook her head in protest. “Oh no, Harper. Please allow me to show him around. You can make yourself comfortable here in the living room,” she stated.
Miamor walked down the hallway, and Carter followed her into her bedroom. He closed the door behind him. Turning to face her, he noticed that she was standing with her arms folded across her chest. “Come here,” he stated in a low voice.
Not one to hold her tongue, she asked, “Why didn’t you call me?”
“I was out of town. You knew that.” Carter stepped closer to Miamor and pulled her near him.
She rolled her eyes, but allowed herself to step into his personal space. “You still could have called. You had me here feeling all fucked-up about sleeping with you. Don’t lie to me, Carter. You can tell me if you ain’t checking for me like that.”
Carter ran his finger across her breast until he felt her nipple swell under her silk dress.
Miamor’s breaths became shallow as she reached up and pulled his head near hers. His tongue probed the inside of her mouth. It was thick, and his kiss was sensual. She immediately became wet as she thought of another place she would like him to lick with his juicy tongue. There is something about this man