Reese slipped into her burgundy dress that extenuated her curves; it was one of her favorite colors to wear during the fall. She only wished it hadn't started raining. She grabbed her umbrella and headed to work. It was Monday morning, so that meant Victor and Vincent would be raving about the brokerage not meeting its quota which meant there was no time for spin class and risk being late because if she walked in late then it would somehow become her fault since she hadn't followed through with the brokerage's largest listing yet.

Reese took shelter in her car in the office parking lot waiting for the rain to slow down; she was minutes from being late but didn't want to risk walking through the wall of rain that covered the front doors and ruin her hair. It always took hours for her to straighten her thick curly mane.

Victor calling…

"Hello?"

"Hey Reese, are you thinking about coming in? I can see you waiting in your car."

"Oh, come on Vic. You see it's pouring down."

"And? I had to walk in the rain…and look here comes Amy across the parking lot. Get in here so we can start on time please."

"Vic," Reese whined, "Can't you just put me on speaker phone?"

"Absolutely not," he chuckled, "Get in here! I can't keep showing you favoritism."

"Is this because I wouldn't sleep with you?" she teased.

"Reese," he stopped laughing and sighed, "You have two minutes."

"Ugh fine. Bye" Click

Reese grabbed her purse and umbrella and ran through the rain trying not to splash in puddles. She glared at Victor as she brushed the droplets that hadn't melted into her dress.

"Glad everyone could make it on time," Victor said flashing a smile at Reese, "So, where are we this week on listings...Reese?"

"Well," she said nervously, "there's Doheny, Hollywood hills," she paused flashing a look at Naomi," and of course Melrose."

"And where are we with Melrose," Vincent chimed in.

"Well, I'm planning on having the brokers open this Friday with a masquerade-auction event per the seller's request—"

"Any interested buyers yet or offers off market," Vincent interrupted.

"Not yet," she cleared her throat, "I have two more private showings this week, so hopefully that goes well."

"Yea, hope so," he said with a half-smile, "Naomi how did your open house go yesterday."

"It was good," she stammered, "Not a whole lot of traffic but the potential buyers that came, were very interested."

"That listing has been on the market, what… two months now?" he said raising a brow.

"Yes," Naomi sighed.

"Well I would contact the seller, see if we could come down on the price again. It's a great area and great house, the only thing I can think of getting it sold is the price."

"Okay will do," Naomi said quickly.

"Now—"

3234933687 Calling….

"Sorry," Reese whispered, "as she silenced her phone."

"As you all know this is Reese's last week with us and—"

3234933687 Calling….

"Oh my gosh," Reese said looking at Victor, "I better take this," she continued getting up and scurrying towards her office.

"Make it quick," Victor said firmly.

Reese closed her office door behind her at Victor's warning. She took a deep breath before answering.

"What," Reese said angrily.

"Ms. Sutherlin," he said in that familiar low deep voice, "how are you?"

"What do you need Christian. I was kind of in a meeting."

"Well didn't you tell me that you were here for me anytime and for whatever I needed," he teased.

"I remember you rejecting that offer, when you threw me out of your house last week," she said firmly.

"I thought we were past that," he said with amusement in his voice, "I have a favor to ask of you."

Knock! Knock!

"What is it Christian?"

"I have a friend of mine coming into town and she would like a private showing of the house."

"Is this the same friend that ended your marriage?"

Knock! Knock!

"Ms. Sutherlin, I need you to be professional," he paused, "Can you show the house or not?"

"Reese, it's Naomi," she called through the door, "There's a call for you on line 2."

"Ms. Sutherlin," Christian said firmly.

"Okay, yes I'll do it," she said through her teeth.

"That's my girl."

She could feel his smirk through the phone, "I'm not your girl," she scoffed.

"Maybe not yet, but you will be mine Ms. Sutherlin. Meet me at my house in an hour."

"Christian I can't just leave my job whenever you want me to," she snapped.

"Why not? I'm one of the highest profiled clients that your brokerage has ever had," he ridiculed, "I'm sure Victor and Vincent won't mine. One hour, Ms. Sutherlin. One hour." Click

"Ugh I can't stand that man," Reese whined as she plopped in her chair, "Naomi," she yelled through the door, "transfer the call."