Exclusively Yours by Nadine Gonzalez

Author:Nadine Gonzalez
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-12-14T20:31:22+00:00

Chapter 18

The morning after the party, Leila was at her desk, determined to put Nick out of her mind. The lucky bastard was considering yet another promotion. Well, congrats to him! She had to hustle to make things happen.

Leila reviewed her calendar and called her assistant into her office. “Brie, I’m meeting with the newlyweds in Homestead today. Is there anything else on the horizon?”

Brie switched on her personal iPad and scrolled through email. “You may have a property appraisal in the Grove around four. But nothing’s confirmed.”

Leila perked up. “That sounds promising.”

“It isn’t,” Brie said. “I’m talking about the bad side of the Grove, like right on the tracks.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she said. “I’ll take anything. I’m not picky. Not anymore. Anything else?”

“George Miller called,” Brie said. “He’s heading home to Atlanta for a couple of weeks. He wants to meet for lunch when he gets back.”

Leila winced. When she’d first signed Miller, she’d celebrated with champagne. The lawyer was officially her first big-money client. And he was searching for a house in the heart of Coral Gables to relocate his family. But he’d balked at every single property she’d showed him. She was beginning to think he wasn’t serious.

Brie settled in a chair across from Leila’s desk, in no apparent hurry to get to work. “You look a little tired this morning.”

Leila swallowed the impulse to reach for a compact mirror. “I need a massage.”

“May I say something crazy?” Brie asked.

“Like I can stop you.”

“A massage isn’t going to cut it. You need to let off some steam.” Brie rattled off some suggestions. “Call your girls, get out there, go dancing...”

“Is that your expert advice?”

Leila glanced at Brie—@QueenBrie_21, 10K followers—taking in her flawless brown skin, curly afro and artful nails. Nineteen, full-time college student, part-time office assistant, blogger. Brie reminded her what it meant to be free, creative and confident. Leila was only six years older, but she felt ancient in her beige pantsuit. She’d ordered it online with no concern about the cut or the fit because that’s how little she cared for beige pantsuits.

“Not really,” Brie replied. “I’d tell you to get laid, but that would be crossing the line.”

Brie couldn’t point out the fine line of discretion with night-vision goggles.

Leila got up and grabbed her keys and her purse. “I’m off to meet the newlyweds. Confirm lunch with Miller. Any day he wants.”

Brie made a face. “Can’t stand that guy. He rubs me the wrong way.”

“Join the club.”

* * *

“I want a decent second bedroom for a nursery, not a shoebox! Why is that too much to ask?”

Leila’s newlywed clients were in the midst of an emotional windstorm. After touring two town homes in neighboring gated communities, the wife broke down, heartbroken over the limitations of their capped budget. Meanwhile her husband paced the floor and mumbled the dreaded words, “Let’s just rent a place.”

Goodbye sales commission.

Leila stepped out onto the porch to give them some privacy. She checked her text messages.

From Brie: Coconut Grove canceled.

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