Mikayla [Orchidea: Love on the Bayou 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

cautiously as he focused on the road in front of him and tried not to lose himself in her beautiful scent. She was indeed one sexy piece of ass he was more than willing to fuck and especially if it pissed off Pierre. That fucker screwed him out of a great deal. He could have bought Burrens Place and turned it into a small hotel. Then he would have taken over the rest of the neighborhood.
    “Oh, I’ve only known him for a week. He was sold on Burrens Place immediately,” she responded then cleared her throat and began to fidget with her cell phone. He didn’t want her focusing on anyone or anything but him.
    “Expecting a call?” he asked then winked at her. She shyly turned toward the side window, and he was triumphant in getting her to stay focused on him. He began to ask her questions about the place on Decantur.
     
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    Mikayla wasn’t sure what to do or what exactly was going on here. She knew nothing about Pierre’s business and only that this man, Lukon, looked pissed when she and Pierre left Burrens Place. It was obvious that he wanted it, too. But now that he’d scheduled an appointment with her specifically, she wondered if he were up to something. But why? Why go to such extents? Maybe she was reading into this. Pierre had her on edge with his jealous comment earlier, too. Her anxiety was probably from that. She was the listing agent for this establishment. He had to call her.
    She opted not to text Pierre or Antoine just yet. She was focusing on answering Vincent’s questions about the location, and it lasted all the way until they arrived at the Decantur Street.
    “I’ll get your door,” he told her before he turned off the ignition and walked around to her side.
    He offered his hand to help her get out, and when she stood, he towered over her and pressed a hand around her waist. He invaded her space, and his facial expression spoke volumes. She wasn’t born yesterday. She needed to be on guard. This guy gave her the creeps.
    Mrs. Mertile greeted them before they even reached the front steps.
    “It is so nice to see you again, Mr. Lukon, and of course, Mikayla. Thank you for setting this up so early.”
    “No problem, Mrs. Mertile. Are you ready for us to walk through?”
    “Yes, of course, please take your time. I also made some sweet tea if you’re interested.”
    Mikayla thanked the older woman. It was obvious that she paid attention to Mikayla’s suggestions of what to do when potential buyers came looking at the home. It was older and needed some work but had potential as many things, including a restaurant, bar, office, or other business.
    They walked through the narrow doorway that led to the living room, and she felt Vincent’s hand at her back. She turned toward him, and he smiled wide. Was it her or was he purposely taking every opportunity to touch her?
    Mikayla took the time to explain about the home and some restorations that needed to be made. He in return nodded his head and added small comments. A few times she turned to see his expression on things she described. She found him staring at her. It was an odd expression and made her feel like prey. She hurried through the rest of the home and then the outside property, which thankfully was a lot smaller, compared to Burrens Place.
    They thanked Mrs. Mertile for her time, and when they reached his car, he paused in front of her. He kept his fingers under his chin and his other arm supporting that arm as if he was deciding something.
    “I’m not a hundred percent sold on the place. I saw that you have two others a few houses apart about two blocks over. Could we get into those today to see?” he asked, and again she had that bad gut feeling. What was it that Illeanna said Marie Cherise wanted to talk to her about? She was surprised that the crazy voodoo woman popped into her head at this exact moment, but it meant something. Marie was knowledgeable. She remembered something about those coming forth as if to bring her