Tempted by My Billionaire Boss(2)

     



 

Later in the day she managed to snag an open house that she hoped she  would be able to sell. It was located in Mt. Vernon, and judging by the  images on the screen, it was a sizable and attractive house. Surely she  could make some money from that. She gathered the information and placed  them in a folder. When she was leaving she ran into Mr. Bloomfield.

"Are you sure you don't want any help?" he asked her.

She held the folder up to him and smiled. "I have a showing tomorrow," she told him.

He reached out and took the folder from her. For a few seconds he  scanned the information inside and then handed it back to her. "That  won't be an easy sale."

"We will see about that," she said as she turned to walk off.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he told her. When she glanced back she  saw him standing there looking at her still, almost as if he was  stripping her with his eyes. Suddenly she felt naked and she hurried  away before her clothes actually fell to the floor. She bumped into  Megan as she was heading out the door and one glance at Mr. Bloomfield  told her he was lusting after Selena. She threw daggers at the woman  with her eyes, and wandered off in Mr. Bloomfield's direction, but the  man went inside his office and closed the door before she even got  there.

Selena shook her head at how pathetic Megan was being, but she had more  important matters to attend to, and neither Megan nor Mr. Bloomfield  factored into her plans now. Tomorrow she had a house to sell and a  point to prove. She only hoped luck would smile on her and give her this  much needed sale.





Chapter 2


"I do think he is hot," Krystal said to Selena.

"I was never disputing that. All I'm saying is he thinks he is some sort  of God or something. He isn't used to not having his way or what he  wants. I am just tired of his advances all the time," Selena countered.

"Well find somewhere else to work," she told her.

Selena had hardly stepped inside her apartment when Krystal showed up.  She seemed to have a thing for Mr. Bloomfield as well and couldn't  understand why Selena always got so worked up about the man.

"It's not as easy as that. The job market is very thin these days and  you know I won't even get anything permanent. I have to make do at  Bloomfield Properties for the time being at least."

"You know, I think deep down you have a thing for him but you are scared  to admit it because it will make you like all the other women falling  at his feet," Krystal said, which earned her a pillow across the side of  her face. "Ouch," she screamed and tossed one back at Selena.

"I do not," Selena answered and went to the kitchen then for a glass of  juice. "He is too cocky for my taste. Can you imagine me waiting hand  and foot on any man? Furthermore, I just present a challenge, and it  isn't as if he is really interested in me."

"But are you interested in him?" Krystal asked as she joined Selena in the kitchen.

"Most definitely not," she responded. "I wouldn't be caught dead with him."

"Okay," her friend said. "I will pick out a coffin for you." She laughed and ran as Selena threatened to strangle her.

Just then the door opened and Melanie walked in. "What the dickens is going on here?" she asked.

"Selena is afraid to admit she had the hots for her boss," Krystal was quick to point out.

"Ethan Bloomfield?" Melanie asked. "Please," she said as she waved  Krystal off. "If Selena were ever interested in him I'd slap her silly  myself. That man only uses women for his own satisfaction."

"Thank you Melanie," Selena said as she stuck her tongue out at Krystal.

"You know, I think that is a black thing; you two always think the same  way. As for me, I think he is hot and she is a fool not to bed him if  even one time. Who knows, she may even get a house or car out of it if  she plays her cards right."

"That's corporate prostitution," Melanie said as she laughed. "Don't pay her any mind Selena. Her blonde hair speaks volumes."

The three girls had been friends since middle school; always  inseparable. It was a private institution so there weren't many black  students at the time so it came only natural that Selena and Melanie  turned friends really fast. Krystal joined the posse later, being one of  the few whites at the time that didn't care about skin color or  anything others seemed so consumed with. She was overly simple and  nothing bothered her much, but Selena and Melanie had to be her Jiminy  Cricket. Krystal had had her heart broken more times than anyone either  girl knew, but she was never afraid to re-enter the game. She got  promiscuous at times, but both Selena and Melanie envied her attitude  towards life. They were more the cautious types; not that that won them  greater levels of happiness.         

     



 

"Anyway Selena, how's it going at work? Any luck?" Melanie asked.

"I have an open house tomorrow and I am hoping beyond hope that I make a  sale. Mr. Bloomfield seems to think I won't and I need his expert  advice on pitching a sale."

"Well he is the real estate tycoon who made billions of dollars in the  business; maybe he does have information you might need," Krystal  pointed out.

"I don't think that's what he is after; he just wants to get me alone  somewhere to work his charm on me. Besides, I don't see why I shouldn't  be able to sell that house."

"Where is it?" Melanie asked.

"Mt. Vernon."

"That's a tough neighbourhood Selena," Melanie told her.

"Maybe if you flirt with the prospectors they might make an offer," Krystal grinned.

"Does everything have to end up in bed for you?" Melanie asked her.

"Hey, if it works, it works," Krystal added shamelessly.

"There will be no flirting or boob flashing Krystal. I will try to sell  this house the old fashioned way; I will make them want to buy the  house."

"Have you gone to see it as yet?" asked Melanie. "Maybe you ought to  just in case it isn't what it appears to be on the surface."

"I plan to do that before the first set of viewers arrive," Selena responded.

"Well good luck," Melanie told her. "I know things have been slow  lately, but you know you can come to me at any time. I've always hated  this real estate commission based income."

"But you know when it's good it's good. It's just a dry season now I guess."

"Would you like me to come with you tomorrow?" Krystal volunteered.  "Maybe I can help your sale along." She pushed up her breasts as she  spoke and flashed Selena a broad grin.

Both Selena and Melanie laughed at her insinuation. "No thank you  Krystal; I think you are either going to scare away the sales or cost me  my job, or both."

"Don't say I didn't offer my services," Krystal said as she pouted.

The girls remained for the better part of the night until Selena had to  chase them home. She had a big day coming up and she didn't want to turn  up looking frazzled and beat down. After they left Selena showered and  went to bed, but sleep was slow in coming. Eventually her eyes grew  heavy and she passed out without realising it.

At six her alarm clock startled her, and she jumped up and slapped the  device to turn it off. She sat up in bed and rubbed her eyes. Normally  she would lie down again and take another thirty minutes, but not this  morning. This morning may prove to be the turning point in her career.  This house, as far as everyone was suggesting, would be difficult to  sell, so maybe if she did, then it would land her a few other choice  properties.

She got up and showered, then carefully selected her attire for the  occasion; white linen pants with a sky blue chiffon blouse that fell to  her hips seemed appropriate. She would be walking around and standing a  lot so she chose to wear her white kitten heel pumps. She didn't bother  accessorising above the silver watch she wore and her earrings; it  wasn't a date after all.

One cup of coffee later and she was out the door. The property wasn't  difficult to locate and she pulled up along the curb. The house wasn't  as elaborate as it seemed from the photos and instantly she began to  doubt her abilities to pass it off as a good deal. It was listed at two  hundred and fifty thousand dollars, but it appeared to value at most  half of that. She checked for the keys and heaved an exasperated sigh  before climbing from the car. The inside of the house did not give her  reason to hope and she wondered who had tagged the selling price. She  had chosen this home because of the commission she would earn from  selling it; now she really had to oversell in order to earn anything at  all.

She walked around the two level house; the decor was detestable, and the  colours on the wall did nothing to liven up the space. She knew from  experience that buyers didn't conceptualise how the house would appear  if they spruce it up; if there is nothing eye catching when they first  view it, then they won't buy. She wished now she had a magic wand that  could easily transform the space, but she was only left with her wit and  charm; not two of the best qualities for a real estate agent. She  needed a sharp tongue and convincing words, and she immediately started  rehearsing in her mind how she would approach the prospective buyers.