Triplets Make Five

“Miss Ella,” he said. “I didn’t realize you lived in this complex.”

“You didn’t?” I asked.

“I’m uh… I’m coming around to all the tenants that have expressed interest in purchasing their condos after they’ve been renovated,” he said.

Wait, he was the one buying out the building?

“You’re the one renovating the building?” I asked.

“Would it be alright if I came in? I’ve got some paperwork I’ll need you to sign in order for your intent to be documented. I’ve also got prices and possible layouts and color schemes, if you’re interested.”

He held all the information I needed in order to make this transition smooth, but I didn’t want to let him into my apartment. The man tried to get me to fuck him in some secret room above my club, and now he was trying to get into my apartment with some information I wasn’t even sure was true.

“How do I know you’re not lying to me?” I asked.

“I’m Foster Dobson,” he said. “I’m the owner of-”

“Dobson R.E.D.,” I said.

“I would really enjoy coming in and talking you through all the updates we’re going to be doing in the coming months,” he said.

“I’m sure you would enjoy stepping through this door,” I said.

He pulled out a folder and handed it to me. I looked through the papers in it and it held exactly what he said it would: pricing, schematics, possible layouts of bedrooms and bathrooms. There were color tags and places for me to fill in things, then at the very end there was a place to sign.

“One of the things we’re trying to execute for tenants that want to purchase their condo once we’re finished is giving them some input into how their new place will look,” he said.

“Seems fair enough.”

“You’ll get to pick out a few things, like basic layouts and the colors of your walls. That’s what we’ll be discussing today, if you still have an intent to purchase. Nothing will be executed until you give a down payment of some sort, but this is just to solidify everything, so I can get it ordered.”

Everything checked out, but I was still hesitant to let him in. I didn’t trust him, but I was getting a closer look at him in the light. He was much taller than I remembered him being and his eyes sparkled with hints of yellow in the lighting of the hallway. His jawline was sharp-- prominent. I could sharpen a knife on that thing if he continued to flap his jowls the way he was.

And his arms. They were thick with muscles. He had on no suit coat and his shirt was rolled up, exposing the veins protruding from his skin. I wanted to dip my tongue down onto them and run it all the way up his arm. But, I knew I’d been staring too long because when I drug my gaze back up to his eyes, I no longer saw the stoic professional standing at my door.

He had that cocky ass smirk on his face.

“If you let me in, I promise you won’t regret it.”

I groaned, but stepped aside so he could come in. I could see his eyes clocking everything in the apartment before he looked at the couch, and he stopped in his tracks. It was a disgusting couch, I had to admit, but it was all I was willing to invest in with my disgusting roommates.

“I plan on getting all new furniture,” I said. “You know, fresh start and all.”

“Maybe I could help you break it in sometime,” he said, winking.

“No, Mr. Dobson. I think not.” Even as I said it, my skin crawled with his voice. It had low tones that reverberated across the entire room, but as it hit my ears it melted over my skin like heated caramel. His sun-kissed skin sparkled in the light streaming through the grimy window I had in the corner. Even in the dank darkness of my apartment, he was stunning.

And I felt my breasts harden again as I threw my towel over my shoulders to cover myself.

“Depending on the layout and everything you choose, that will designate the price. If you want to take a look through everything in that folder and start filling it out, I’m just going to walk around a bit.”

“And why would you need to walk around?” I asked.

“I haven’t seen any of the rooms in this place yet. It’ll give me a blueprint of what they all look like now,” he said.

Sounded fair enough. He began slowly walking around, taking in my home while I filled everything out. I picked out the wall colors I enjoyed and the crown molding I thought was the prettiest. I chose the biggest blueprint for the new condo and definitely wrapped a big ass circle around the jet tub I wanted. I jotted down a few notes-- ideas he could maybe take into consideration for the rest of the apartments.

“Those are good ideas,” he said into my ear.