Flirt

Chapter 60
Damon pulled up at the large apartment complex and checked his phone to make sure he was at the right building.
He didn’t know why landlords liked having similar looking buildings right next to each other, he thought wryly as he glanced down the street to see two more nearly identical apartment complexes.
He made it to the front of the building before his phone chimed in his pocket. He reached for his phone and saw Jaxon’s contact flashing across the screen.
He wasn’t surprised because he swore Jaxon had the uncanny ability to call him at the right time.
He definitely knew Jaxon was calling to ask about any developments. And warn him off doing anything that he didn’t ask, Damon thought with a smile.
He flicked the screen and took the call. “Hello,”
“Have you arrived?” Jaxon’s cool voice came through the line.
“I’ve just arrived. I’m outside the apartment complex as we speak.” He replied. He shoved his other hand into his pocket and looked down to admire his shoes.
He had spent a good chunk of money on them and looked at how scoffed they were.
“Good. Now, I want to do exactly what I asked, no taking detours, no getting distracted.” Ah, the warnings Damon thought as he smiled.
“Of course not, when have I ever taken detours or gotten distracted?” He asked. But he knew Jaxon was referring to a particular incident where he finished his task and ended up taking a woman home just to find out she was a journalist after a scoop to publish.
“I don’t think you want me to answer.” Jaxon responded dryly.
“I’m serious Damon, there’s no need to take long.” Jaxon warned him like he was a child.
“It won’t take long.” He reassured. What was he going to do here anyway?
“Good.” Jaxon said then the line went dead. Damon stared at his blank phone and shook his head. He wasn’t getting distracted.
He wasted no time and entered the building and took the elevator straight up to the required floor. He found the right apartment then knocked on the door and waited.
A sharp knock disturbed Kim from the movie she was watching. She glanced at the door then at the clock and scoffed. About time!
How long did it take to deliver a Pizza anyway? She had been waiting for thirty minutes and the pizza delivery guy was a no show.
She got up and walked to the door determined to give the guy an ear full for coming late. The words died in her throat when she opened the door. It wasn’t the pizza delivery guy.
“Can I come in?” Damon asked after she just stood and stared at him.
“Of course, come in!” She rushed out as she ushered him in.
He was probably the one Jaxon sent. Her lips stretched into a small smile as she admired him. He was tall, just how she liked them. A plan was already formulating in her mind.
“What brings you here?” She asked. She and Damon were alone in the living room and she mentally thanked Ophelia for choosing the moment to take a shower.
She just hoped that Ophelia would stay in the bathroom longer.
“I’m here to collect something.” He replied as he looked around.
“Oh, and what would that be?” Her voice had dropped into a seductive drawl and Damon was no stranger to a woman’s charm.
“The credit card you were given.” Damon stated and she blinked. The credit card! What was she supposed to use to pay for her pizza now!?
She didn’t let her emotions show but smiled sweetly after overcoming her initial shock.
“Why is that?” She knew why! Jaxon said he would be sending someone. She just wanted to spark up a conversation with him.
“I wouldn’t know. You can ask Jaxon yourself if you like.” He said. Kim held her sigh, she knew very well she wouldn’t be asking him for anything.
“What a shame,” she replied instead.
“You can have a seat while I’ll go get it for you.” She told him. She didn’t wait for his answer and dashed to her bedroom.
She needed to keep him here longer, she thought immediately as she closed her bedroom door. But how? This was her chance to get a rich man, after all why should good things happen only to Ruby. If Ruby could get a rich man, so could she.
She sauntered back to the living room, card in hand.
“Are you busy? Would it be too much to ask you to stay a little longer,” she asked him.
“It’s just that I get a little lonely when I’m here.” She added after a moment. Come on, take the bait, she thought.
“I was under the impression you didn’t live here alone so you definitely have a companion.” He said to her and she blinked, her eyes darting to find an excuse.
“You mean Ophelia, she’s not much of a companion you see. She does her own thing.” Kim told him.
“Is that so… Well in that case I’m not opposed to staying a little longer.” He smiled and she smiled back. Yes!
“How can such a pretty lady like yourself be lonely, I’m sure you have men lined up to date you.” Damon flirted.
“I have to like them and their company.”
“And you like mine?”
“I wouldn’t be talking to you if I didn’t.” She replied boldly.
Damon glanced at his watch and stood, “I have to go. Can I have the credit card?”
“Here,” she handed it to him. “But before you go, can we meet up sometime?” She suggested.
“I would love to.” Damon pulled out a card from his pocket and gave it to her.
“Call me when you’re ready.” He told her then exited the apartment. Kim flipped the card over in her hands and almost jumped for joy. She had gotten what she wanted.
“What’s got you smiling like that?” Ophelia asked as she entered the room. Kim shoved the card into her pocket.
“Nothing.” She chirped.
“Who was at the door?” Ophelia asked as she looked at her. To save their parents some troubles, they both moved out to a new apartment. With jaxon’s money of course.
Kim was a reckless spender, and Jaxon never called once about the money that was being removed from his account.
“It was Damon, Jaxon’s assistant. Jaxon sent him to collect his card.” She answered, seeing no reason to lie. She did omit the fact that he had given her his card and that they planned to meet some time.
“Alright.” Ophelia shrugged and headed into the kitchen. The doorbell chimed again and Kim thought it was Damon who might have forgotten something.
It wasn’t. The pizza delivery guy shuffled impatiently as Kim opened the door. She had forgotten she’d even ordered.
“How much is it?”
“Twenty dollars.”
“Okay, excuse me.” She slammed the door and went into the kitchen.
“Ophelia, can I borrow twenty dollars?”