Before I get too far, let me tell you about myself. My name is Jordan Thompson. I’m a young, twenty-year-old man in the real-estate game. I stand about 5’9 with a good muscular body. I have dark cinnamon brown skin, with dark brown eyes, and short black hair neatly cut. I have a neatly trimmed goatee and big smooth hands. I’m pretty handsome, to say the least. On this particular day, I’m wearing a three-piece black suit with a large black overcoat.
I grab my bag and head out the airport and head to Enterprise to grab my rental car. I get my car and head for Auburn, Michigan. It’s very cold out as it is November and winter is approaching. I finally arrive at my hotel and check in. I’m on the third floor with a good sight of the city. It was almost time to meet with the client.
See my client is selling his six-bedroom, three-bathroom home. I’ve been working weeks to get the house sold. And I finally got a really good price for it. So, it’s about four now and I finally arrive at the house. I get out of my car and my client comes to meet me. He’s an older white gentleman with a beer belly and watery eyes.
“Mr. Stillman. It's finally good to meet you,”
“Good to meet you as well. I’m glad you could make it sir.” He has a deep raspy voice but smile wrinkles around his eyes.
“Well, sir I think I got a good price. Now it’s a little lower than expected but I think it’s very much worth it sir,”
“And what is the price?” he asked as he sparked up a cigar.
“850,000, sir.” For a moment there was a pause. See, Mr. Stillman built this home when the land was cheap and still had value up in the five and six million but the years devalue a home.
“I asked for 1.1 million. I expect you to deliver on it, Mr. Thompson,”
“Mr. Stillman, with all due respect this is a very reasonable offer. Your home just doesn’t have the same value as before.”
“Boy, this home has plenty of value. I built it from scratch. Your deal is a no deal. I don’t want to have to take my offer somewhere else. You have 36 hours to get a better deal.”
And with that, he goes back inside without another word or glance at me. I sigh deeply and get back in my car. This job was so stressful. My nerves are pretty rattled as getting a better deal on that old house was damn near impossible. I couldn’t handle the pressure and I drive back to the hotel. As I’m walking out of the hotel parking garage, I see a bar across the street. A drink is definitely in order and besides, I look old enough.
I enter the bar. It’s a cozy little space. Eight booths, a few tables, and a wraparound bar. I sit at the bar and a big burly white guy lumbers over to me from behind the bar.
“’Ames Michael. ‘hat’ll be having today mate?” Irish accent. Very heavy.
“Yes, let me get a shot of vodka and a reds apple ale.” Grunting. he leaves to get my drinks.
“Long day?” a soft female voice asks. I turn around and blinks as the woman is very lovely and beautiful. She has a curvy figure with caramel chocolate skin. Her eyes have all types of browns and her long curly hair dark brown. Looking at her chest, she has 38c breast and stands about 5’4, 5’5.
I smile and sit across from her. “Very. How about you?”
“Well sweetie, I work very moderate to long hours. So yes,” she smiles again. She is wearing some tight cream colored jeans, a burgundy V-neck with a tank, a navy blazer, and high heel navy boots.
“What is your name?” I ask.
“Brittany,” she holds out her hand “It’s a pleasure.”
I take her hand and kiss it “Jordan.”
About three hours go by and a few more drinks go down.
“Wow, I can’t believe you're only twenty. You're so mature and funny for your age. I feel so old,”
“Come on, you're only twenty-six and very beautiful. I bet any man would very lucky to have you,”
“Well hunny, maybe you might be the lucky one,” she says with a wink. “Would you like to accompany me home? I could use the company tonight.”
Honestly, I should say no but her smile and our long conversation made me want more. Made me want her.
“Yes, I will.” I finally answer.
“Great! We’ll take my truck. I need to use the little girls' room before we leave.