Until I Met You by Jaimie Roberts Page A

always keep all the keys just in case anyone wants to see the others.”
    “Hmm, not just a pretty face,” he sighed, smiling.
    Why did he have to be so irritating?  “That was nowhere near condescending at all.”
    “It wasn’t meant to be.  Angel, I think I’ve seen enough of this apartment.  I know what I want when I see it.  I’ll take this one and will also take the ones on the fifth and eighth floor, if they’re to my liking.”
    My head snapped up in shock.  “What, just like that?”
    “Yep,” he quipped.  “Just like that.  I don’t dilly dally, Miss Bradshaw.  I take what I want, when I want it.”
    I walked away and muttered “Conceited little prick” under my breath.
    “I heard that,” he said amused.
    Swinging my heels round, I faced him.  “Oh, so we have x-ray hearing now do we?”
    “I don’t know why you’re fighting this, my angel.  It’s going to happen one day.”
    This guy really got under my skin.  “Number one, I’m not your angel—and two—one day will happen when hell freezes over!”
    Most of the builders within earshot stopped the hammering and looked over to me.  A couple of them smiled and one of them winked.  Seth saw this and smiled himself.
    “I’m getting out of here before I drown in too much testosterone.”
    Seth followed, laughing, although I didn’t find any of this funny whatsoever.  And did he also have to be so damn sexy when he laughed, too?
    “You are just too cute; do you know that, Angel?”
    “Will you stop calling me Angel?”  I got in the lift, practically pounding my fist on the number eight button.
    “Have you ever thought of taking Anger Management classes at all?”
    I took a few calming deep breaths.  I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me, and I also knew he was enjoying every minute of it.  I was determined not to give him the satisfaction.
    “Oh, we’ve lost our voice.  That must be a first for you,” he said laughing.
    I opened my mouth to bite—I very nearly did—but again, I wasn’t giving in to him.
    I showed him around the apartment, which was about half the size of the penthouse, but still very big nonetheless.  The views weren’t as spectacular, but it was still impressive.
    Once finished, I began looking at my watch as it was getting closer to one, and I knew I had another viewing at two.
    “Am I keeping you, my angel?”
    “No, I have those other appointments in just over an hour.”
    “You mean the ones coming here to see the penthouse?”
    “Yes,” I answered.
    “Well, I’ll soon deal with that.  Be back in a bit.”  Within a flash he made his way out onto the patio and shut the door.
    As he stood outside I watched him with distasteful interest.  Who am I kidding, I watched him like I was a bitch on heat.  Not a lot of men tend to look like sex-on-legs in a suit, but this guy oozed it.  He must have his suits custom-made as it just fitted to his body perfectly.  I watched in interest as he shifted and then bent over the balcony in rapt conversation.  His pert bottom, sticking out now as he hunched over, was begging to be touched—caressed even.  I stared, biting my lip as he turned to look at me.  His expression was one of mild amusement as mine turned from lustful to hateful in a tenth of a second.  He winked at me and I turned away from him.  I had to, so as not to give myself away.
    I heard the patio door sliding and Seth’s voice appearing.  “That’s great, thank you, Jonathan.  I’ll get the funds transferred to you by first thing tomorrow morning.”  He looked toward me and nodded his head.  “I will, don’t worry, Jonathan.  I’ll have her back in one piece by three o’clock.”
    What?  He hung up and I stared at him, waiting for his explanation.
    “I asked Jonathan if I could take you to lunch to celebrate.”
    “Celebrate what?  And when do you need to seek permission from Jonathan about taking me to lunch?  Aren’t you asking the wrong