and entitlement as well as he wore the Tom Ford suit. He couldn't have been much older than her, twenty eight, maybe twenty nine. But the way he looked at her now, with one brow slightly upraised as though he were superior to her in every way and expected Eden to kowtow at his feet slammed home the fact that he was a grade A asshole. He was the last on the list of Allison’s clients, so it was only natural that he be a complete douchebag, because honestly, what better way to cap off her crappy day?
The upside to this-- Eden was choosing to see this as an upside, was that she’d dealt with this sort of imperious behavior before. Her husband had written the book on being a world class dick. In the five years that she’d been married to him, he’d subjected her to his dogmatic, male superiority. He’d been a controlling, manipulative and ruthless husband who’d used his immeasurable wealth to Lord over her entire life.
But that was behind them now.
Dominic was no longer the man he’d been. He’d taken steps, was, still in fact taking steps to rectify his mistakes and mend their relationship. He was a reformed asshole. A monster, thankfully tamed.
It never would’ve crossed Eden’s mind a year ago that she would come to appreciate the harrowing experiences Dominic put her through. But in a roundabout way, Eden was glad for it, especially now. Dominic had unconsciously equipped her with the ability to deal with the self-entitled bullshit from men like the spectacular Mr. Blake. In the same amount of time it took Eden to drag the all too perfect and cheerful smile of professionalism from the remnants of her annoyance, he hung up the phone, pocketed it and proceeded towards her. Eden met him halfway, her clicking heels falling silent as she stopped in front of him with her hand extended.
"I'd like to apologize for being so late. I..."
"Don't apologize, Ms. Mercer," he interjected, "do better." Taking her hand for a brief handshake, he took his time releasing it as his eyes shifted around the bare foundation of the mansion. “This will all have to go,” he declared, returning his gaze to her face. “Show me the rest.” Finally he released her hand and Eden had the strong urge to wipe it down her skirt, but refrained. When he ambled out of the room, it was with the expectation that Eden was to follow. She did, but it took a great amount of strength and skill not to flip him off and tell him to go fuck himself. She was a professional after all, she had to keep it classy.
The seven bedroom, five bath multi-million dollar mansion was near completion when the Russian oligarch who’d initially purchased the land and had the mansion built fell into some financial troubles and had to resell quickly. Thankfully this was all in Allison’s notes, including Mr. Blake’s interest in now acquiring the property. “All the rooms, with the exception of the master bedroom are done. The Italian marble flooring in the two kitchens was imported and installed in just before he decided to sell.” Eden finished as she walked down the last step of the grand staircase.
“He had horrendous taste. As I’ve said before, all of this will have to go.”
“Of course, Mr. Blake. The property will be yours to do with once you make an offer,” she said with a small smile.
He chuckled as he took a step closer to her. “I've heard great things about your brokerage, Ms. Mercer. Although seeing you now, I have to say those stellar reviews may be because of the stunning real estate agents they have representing the company."
Eden’s smile nearly fell, keeping it plastered on her face was not without struggle. “Kind of you to say, Mr. Blake, but I assure you, looks has absolutely nothing to do with how well the agents of Archer Realty do their job. We’re all very good and competent at our jobs, as I’m sure you’ve seen with Allison.”
He smirked, his blue eyes deliberately trailing the
The upside to this-- Eden was choosing to see this as an upside, was that she’d dealt with this sort of imperious behavior before. Her husband had written the book on being a world class dick. In the five years that she’d been married to him, he’d subjected her to his dogmatic, male superiority. He’d been a controlling, manipulative and ruthless husband who’d used his immeasurable wealth to Lord over her entire life.
But that was behind them now.
Dominic was no longer the man he’d been. He’d taken steps, was, still in fact taking steps to rectify his mistakes and mend their relationship. He was a reformed asshole. A monster, thankfully tamed.
It never would’ve crossed Eden’s mind a year ago that she would come to appreciate the harrowing experiences Dominic put her through. But in a roundabout way, Eden was glad for it, especially now. Dominic had unconsciously equipped her with the ability to deal with the self-entitled bullshit from men like the spectacular Mr. Blake. In the same amount of time it took Eden to drag the all too perfect and cheerful smile of professionalism from the remnants of her annoyance, he hung up the phone, pocketed it and proceeded towards her. Eden met him halfway, her clicking heels falling silent as she stopped in front of him with her hand extended.
"I'd like to apologize for being so late. I..."
"Don't apologize, Ms. Mercer," he interjected, "do better." Taking her hand for a brief handshake, he took his time releasing it as his eyes shifted around the bare foundation of the mansion. “This will all have to go,” he declared, returning his gaze to her face. “Show me the rest.” Finally he released her hand and Eden had the strong urge to wipe it down her skirt, but refrained. When he ambled out of the room, it was with the expectation that Eden was to follow. She did, but it took a great amount of strength and skill not to flip him off and tell him to go fuck himself. She was a professional after all, she had to keep it classy.
The seven bedroom, five bath multi-million dollar mansion was near completion when the Russian oligarch who’d initially purchased the land and had the mansion built fell into some financial troubles and had to resell quickly. Thankfully this was all in Allison’s notes, including Mr. Blake’s interest in now acquiring the property. “All the rooms, with the exception of the master bedroom are done. The Italian marble flooring in the two kitchens was imported and installed in just before he decided to sell.” Eden finished as she walked down the last step of the grand staircase.
“He had horrendous taste. As I’ve said before, all of this will have to go.”
“Of course, Mr. Blake. The property will be yours to do with once you make an offer,” she said with a small smile.
He chuckled as he took a step closer to her. “I've heard great things about your brokerage, Ms. Mercer. Although seeing you now, I have to say those stellar reviews may be because of the stunning real estate agents they have representing the company."
Eden’s smile nearly fell, keeping it plastered on her face was not without struggle. “Kind of you to say, Mr. Blake, but I assure you, looks has absolutely nothing to do with how well the agents of Archer Realty do their job. We’re all very good and competent at our jobs, as I’m sure you’ve seen with Allison.”
He smirked, his blue eyes deliberately trailing the
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