Dirty Money(13)

I . . . just won't tell her that I've decided I'm going to take Boone  on, then. Because I need the money. I need it almost as much as all the  plasma I've been donating for pitifully small amounts. It would help out  so much, and I don't care if my sister thinks the situation is sketchy  or that Boone has an ulterior motive. I suspect his motive is to try and  get me into his bed.

And the thought of that? Fills me with a tingly sort of excitement instead of disgust.

I have no idea why I'm attracted to him; he's not my type. He's big and  brutish and hairy, but . . . there's something about him that draws me  like a moth to a flame.

I tell myself I need to go slow, though. Keep it professional. I won't  see Boone again in person until I have a house to show him.

As I finish my cookie, Jack Jack heads over to my desk. He's got a  slight smile on his face but there's a cold look in his eyes. "Didn't go  out to lunch, then?"

"No, I've got too much to do here," I lie, giving him an equally fake  smile. "I told my boyfriend I'd just catch up with him later."

Jack Jack crosses his arms over his chest and comes to loom over my desk. "That's what I want to talk to you about, Ivy."

"Oh?"

"While we certainly can't tell you who you should date in your private  life-that's your own personal business, of course-but we have concerns  about those personal relationships showing up here at work."

"Oh?" I repeat, because I don't know what else to say. Where is he going with this?

"We like to present a certain . . . caliber of potential to any client  that should walk in the door. That's why we have this expensive office,  and why it's been professionally decorated by the best that San Antonio  has to offer. That's why we wear suits every day. That's why we insist  our realtors drive the company Town Cars if their own cars are not up to  our standards. You know this."

I do know this. I'm one of the realtors that has to borrow a car  whenever I visit clients. I'm one of the realtors that bought suits at  Lord & Taylor even though I couldn't afford it. Three Jacks is all  about appearances. "Are you saying that my boyfriend doesn't look like  he should be here?"

Jack Jack raises his eyebrows. "I didn't say that."

Not out loud.

Behind me, Farah and her client have gotten very quiet. There's always  very little privacy in an office, but today, I wish my desk was just a  little bit further away from hers.

And really, what Jack is saying is so damn snobbish. "I see nothing  wrong with his appearance." Heck, today he wasn't even dripping dirt on  the floors. That's a bonus.

"I didn't say there was. I'm just saying we need to consider appearances, that's all."

"I'll keep that in mind," I tell him coolly. "Thank you, Jack."

"I'm glad we had this little talk," Jack tells me, raps twice on the end  of my desk as if the matter is settled, and then walks away.

"Oh, me too," I mutter.

I almost miss the soft chuckle of Farah's client. At least someone hears the irony in my voice.



Ivy: Hi Boone, this is Ivy.

B P: Well this day just got better.

Ivy: Oh?

B P: I was half convinced you'd blow me off again.

Ivy: I promised you I'd text, remember?

B P: You promised that last time, too.         

     



 

B P: Not busting your balls about that. Just pleased to hear from you. Though we could Snapchat if you'd rather see my face.

Ivy: I don't know how to Snapchat . . . and isn't that for dick pictures??

B P: Only if you want one.

Ivy: I don't want one!!!!

Ivy: I'm trying to sell you a house, not get pictures of your dick.

B P: I understand. You want the real thing. I get that a lot.

Ivy: Omg, I just want to show you a house, you freak.

B P: I know. Just busting your balls again.

Ivy: And you wonder why I don't call you back!

B P: Nah, I knew why you didn't call me back. I came on too strong.

Ivy: At this point, I'm convinced you only come in one setting.

B P: Might be the case, but it gets me what I want. I don't see anything wrong with that.

Ivy: Of course you wouldn't!

B P: Can't help it if I'm decisive.

B P: And if you're truly offended, I'll stop hitting on you and we can just be all business.

Ivy: Yes, let's talk about business.

B P: So you're not saying you're offended, then.

Ivy: Look at this picture of this great house I found online. I can get a showing for the day after tomorrow.

B P: Do you always avoid the question when you're feeling shy?

Ivy: Shy!??

Ivy: You are an impossible man to text with.

B P: But you didn't say if you were offended. Do you want me to stop flirting with you?

Ivy: House?

Ivy: See the house?

Ivy: Pretty house?

B P: Fine, fine. I know when to back off.

Ivy: No, you don't. :) But look at the house pictures and let me know what you think.

Ivy: It only has 8 bedrooms but it's 20k square feet and on twenty acres. 2.5m is the price listed.

B P: That's cute.

Ivy: What's cute?

B P: It's kinda cheap ain't it? I shit 2.5m out over breakfast. Hell, before breakfast.

Ivy: Gross. Also, it has an enormous pool and a wine cellar, too.

Ivy: And 2.5m is not cheap! But I thought we'd start on the low end to see what you are looking for. It's a good starting place.

B P: You're the boss. If you wanna look at dumps we can go look at dumps as long as I get to go with you.

Ivy: 20k square feet and 8 bedrooms is not a dump!!!

Ivy: Are you messing with me?

B P: Do you realize how much money I have? How much I can blow on bullshit and not bat an eye?

Ivy: You're rich. I get it. I'll go back to the drawing board.

B P: No, we can stick with this one. Do you like it?

Ivy: The house?

B P: Sure, the house. ;)

Ivy: Do I like the house?

B P: Yes.

Ivy: I won't know until I see it, but it looks like it has a lot of  potential. We can take a look at it and see if it meets your needs.

Ivy: Shall I tell them you're interested in seeing it?

B P: You're gonna be there, right?

Ivy: Of course.

B P: Then yup, I want to see it.

Ivy: Fabulous!

B P: Can't wait to see you.

Ivy: I think you'll like the house.

B P: Oh, are we back to talking about the house?

Ivy: Gotta go. :)

B P: I'm not giving up on you.

Ivy: Somehow that does not surprise me.





Chapter Six



Boone

I don't see Ivy until tomorrow. Funny how I'm already staring at the  clock impatiently, waiting for it to speed up. Of course, part of that  reason might be because I'm in hell.

Hell is our monthly meeting with the money guys.

Me, Clay, Gage, Knox, and Seth are all sitting at a table in the small  office we've established for Price Brothers Oil. It's a small place in  an ultra-expensive suite in an office building on the Riverwalk. I don't  really care for the place, but at least it looks fancy. I'm more of a  rig guy and I usually just set up in a trailer on site. Least, I used  to. Now I come in here when I have to and let our money guys handle  shit. Every now and then, we have to sit down and go over business with  them. It's boring but I suppose it needs to be done.

I've been mostly quiet as the new rig was discussed. I'll leave that for  Gage to handle. I'm the one in charge but my brothers need to earn  their scratch, too. Gage will oversee this well and Knox the next one.  Clay's all wrapped up with his Smart Camo business that he started  up-something with government contracts-and Seth? Well, Seth's a fucking  lazy little shit, so he's gonna be worming on this new rig. He just  doesn't know it yet.         

     



 

"We received a call from Bates Petroleum," one of my suits is saying.  "They're extremely upset about our refusal to dig a well on their land  per the contracts."

Clay sniggers and looks over at me.

I rub my beard absently. "He still pissy over that shit?"

"Quite," one of the money guys says. "Is there a holdup somewhere? Or a  specific reason that we can go back to them and cite as to why we're  delaying production?"

"Well, his land's a dry piece of shit, for starters," I drawl. My  brothers chuckle but the suits look prissy and displeased. "And second  of all, he insulted me."

"We have a contract with them," one of the suits begins.

"Cancel it."

"The cancellation clause can be executed but it'll end up costing PBO quite a bit-"

"Don't care," I drawl. "We're gonna focus on the new well on my land.  Gage is gonna handle it." I nod at my brother, indicating that I'm done  with this shit.

The suits sigh and argue amongst themselves about how best to break the  news to Bates Petroleum that PBO-my company-ain't gonna wipe their asses  for them. I don't care how they spin it. I don't care if they go and  tell Bates he can suck my big dick. All I know is that I'll fucking cut  my own hand off before I dig a well for that jackass. I think of the  golf course and the sneers everyone sent in my direction. My eyes  narrow. I don't forget shit like that.

"Before we go on," I interrupt, sitting forward. "I need to tell you guys I'm buyin' a golf course."

Everyone at the table goes silent.

"You are?" Knox looks at me like I've grown another head. "You into golfing now or something?"