Free Ocean of Love by Susan D. Taylor Page B

being
problematic, her meeting with Wyatt had become an opportunity.
She’d not have to back-track in order to take her swim. It would be
too easy to park at the hotel, and after her business dinner, she’d
slip off down to the beach.
    He parked next to her car. “Do you need
anything from me to prepare the reports?” he asked. His tone
sounded cordial, but his eyes spoke another language. “I can’t tell
you how impressed I am with the properties and insider information.
People must trust you to give you so much that could easily be used
to leverage a sale.”
    “ That’s why trust is so
vital to me. On both sides. I believe I’ve everything needed. Only
time to compile the information.” She studied his profile, yearning
to run her fingers along his jaw the way she’d done earlier. All
she could think about was his mouth on her face, his body pushed up
against hers.
    Whether it was from hormones, or being near
him, her mind and body buzzed with excitement. The pressure of the
full moon pulled at the tides of desire rising within her body.
    Every month, she became a bit scattered,
unfocused, and had ended up telling Sinclair she suffered from
migraines just to keep her secret. More than half the people at
Apex had some type of headache syndrome, and Sinclair was a veteran
of the war on migraines. He had offered her each remedy he had
tried, and then wanted to compare notes of what worked for her.
    Wyatt held her with a penetrating look in
his blue eyes. His voice turned plate-glass smooth. “Let me give
you a piece of advice. I suppose it would sit well with Sinclair to
see you turn out a brilliant report. Not that what you’ve already
produced isn’t extraordinary. I’ve been around the block with real
estate brokers. If you can, ascertain what properties have been
bought and sold by each buyer. Beginning with listing prices and
all offers, including counter-offers. Include specifics as to why
each seller has the property on the market and define each seller’s
future goal. Pricing considerations are proposed based upon goals.
So, it’s key for your report to detail a determination of the
seller’s future intentions for using the funds obtained in the
sale. Nothing like knowing the players. This is the type of report
I use in my company. You’ll kick some posterior ends at Apex if you
can turn this out.” His gaze took on a look of impatience, as
though he was irritated by his own request.
    It took her a moment to consider if he
required all that information to bid on the properties. “I don’t
know that I can get a factual answer as to what each seller is
attempting to do, but we’ll see. I’ve acquired some information but
want to double-check. Don’t worry; I’ve started working on getting
the lowest price possible. So far, the second property has dropped
a hundred thousand for a cash sale.”
    He nodded, leaning closer to her. “Not all
brokers grasp the bigger picture. The commission seems to work
against the buyer regardless of what the broker says. I’m not
questioning your ethics. It’s just a reality.” He reached his hand
out and took hold of her arm, sliding his fingers down to her hand.
She thought he might pull her to him; instead, he silently
contemplated her hand before he released her fingers.
    Marissa responded huskily, “I understand.
You should be prepared that we might have to deal with a
counteroffer.”
    “ I don’t think a
counteroffer is the problem.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
Obviously he was troubled by something. Did he question her ability
to get the best deal? He walked around the front of his car, giving
her the chance to admire him in motion.
    She crossed her legs, trying to look the
part of relaxed take-charge realtor. A farce. Her skin burned at
the places where his fingers had touched her. Inside of her body,
desire rippled again and again, as though a pebble had been tossed
into her liquid center. This sensation sharpened her yearning for
him,