“Not for a couple of days. I think she might be out of town. Do you want to see some other rooms?”
I watch him dig what looks like an old flip phone out of his pocket. Um, okay then. I guess he has better things to spend his oodles of cash on than smartphones? He starts pointing it around the room. I hear camera snap sounds, one after another.
“Wait a damn minute, baby. I just got here! I gotta get a few snaps, some memories.”
If this is for his own personal spank bank, dude is even more obsessed with Lydia than I realized.
“If you own the site, you can take photos of all the rooms. With a real camera, if you’d like. We have those.”
He closes his dinosaur phone and looks at me for the first time since the tour started. Okay, here we go.
“What d’ya want, for me to get an iPhone? Or one of those robot phones or whatever the fuck they’re called?”
“An Android.”
He looks genuinely hurt.
“Hey, I knew that. I just like to have my own style. We can’t all be Will Darcy.”
Huh. That’s the fucking truth.
“Funny you should mention that. Mr. Darcy is our top bidder right now.”
His jaw tightens and he’ squeezes his poor flip phone hard. I think it might break. His jeans crotch is now completely flat.
“He doesn’t hang out around here, does he?”
“Oh, Mr. Darcy is here all the time,” I exaggerate. He’s very popular with all of us.”
Hawk drops his phone on the carpet. He waits a moment before picking it up and pocketing it with resignation.
“Everyone likes him here?”
“Oh, absolutely. Everyone everywhere loves him. He’s so successful.”
Hawk’s hangdog expression dissipates.
“That’s what he thinks. The days of me just letting Will Darcy win are over!”
I’ll give this to him: the man sure knows how to storm out of a room. He doesn’t need me to show him out, he’s a man on a mission.
I feel like giving myself a high-five. The future of Bennet Babes and my future with Darcy are taken care of. I should teach a class on this shit.
Fuck, now I hear boots clunking slowly back towards Lydia's room. What is it now? I realize I'm smiling a bit as I turn around to see what the hell he wants. Hawk is standing outside the door, trying to hand me his open phone.
"Before I go, could you type in Lydia's number?"
Darcy
“Come on in, Darcy,” Jane says.
Today’s the day I provi
de my bid to the owner. Ordinarily, this would be the type of thing I would send Chuck to take care of. It’s just going over numbers and paperwork, but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Lizzie again.
When I told him I wanted to handle the negotiations myself, I could tell he was smirking over the phone. He knows why I’m fucking here.
I thank Jane and catch a quick glimpse of her cleavage. Her tits look bigger than Lizzie’s. Under normal circumstances, I would have tried to take her into a back room and fuck her. I bet she’d let me, too.