Chapter 3
“She deposited the check,” Hank’s gruff voice told him on the other end of the line.
Gus let loose a feral grin as he boarded a private jet with Benton Brothers Ventures scrawled across both sides. It had been two days since Hank placed the envelope. Gus had nearly given up hope of Plan C working. But only one day before the police were due to forcibly evict her, she’d deposited the check.
Which meant she’d agreed to his terms.
Which meant his obsession with her was about to take a $15,000 trip out of fantasyland and become a very real thing.
His c**k pulsed at the idea of her. Real and in his bed.
“You’re not really one of my brother’s friends, are you?”
He could still remember her, pretty as a magnolia blossom in a pale green sundress as she set a glass of freshly squeez
