What had puzzled him about his tenants was how organized they’d become — at least, until he’d met little Ms. Greedy.
A picture of how Molly had filled out the sleeveless knit top she’d worn that morning floated into his mind. Yeah, she scored pretty high on the “cute-as-all-hell” scale and had enough sex appeal to catch and hold the attention of a healthy male. Him, for one, to be honest about it. Along with looks and a body that could get a man to think about doing the nasty tango with her, he guessed she also possessed some pretty well-honed organizational skills.
What he’d discovered at the clinic that morning was she might look like an angel, but she had an I-bar up her butt. She didn’t bend. He’d bet his building permit she was the de facto head of the tenants’ association. He’d have to go through her in order to reach a settlement with them. So yeah, dealing with Molly Hewitt would require strategy. He’d start by throwing a little charm her way. Once he knew her better, he could find out what curled her toes and brought a smile to those sexy lips.
Maybe he’d come on a little strong that morning. Instead, he should have taken some time to figure out the best way to nudge her toward a compromise. How much of a man-eater could she be, running a not-for-profit clinic? If he worked at it, he thought he could convince her to sign up for his team. That shouldn’t be impossible. He possessed some pretty fierce organizational skills himself. When a situation called for persuasion, shit, he was the man. He was definitely up for a little one-on-one with her and might even get some fun out of it.
Yeah, it was time to introduce Ms. Hewitt to Mr. Charm.
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