Spicy Desires
“Post-pandemic burnout is still a goldmine. People want privacy, nature, and someone telling them they’re worth the six-figure price tag. If we lock in the British Columbia sites before the zoning hearings next quarter…”
Vick nodded, but only half his attention was on the conversation.
His gaze had drifted toward the long marble bar at the opposite end of the lounge because Joan stood there.
She wore a simple black slip dress that skimmed her thighs, thin straps crisscrossing her shoulders, the fabric catching the low light every time she shifted her weight.
Her hair was loose tonight, dark waves spilling down her back, catching auburn highlights under the pendant lamps hanging above. Beside