Fulham Fire
"Property developer Emeka shows thick Zimbabwean investor Tendai around a Fulham flat—and seals the deal in ways that aren't covered in any contract."
The Fulham flat was worth two million.
Tendai was worth considerably more.
Emeka watched the Zimbabwean businesswoman move through the space—thick body elegant in designer everything, curves that the tailored dress couldn't hide.
"The master bedroom?" she asked.
"This way."
The bedroom overlooked the river. Tendai ran her hand over the silk sheets.
"Tell me why I should invest."
"The location. The potential. The returns."
"Those are business reasons." She turned to face him. "Give me personal ones."
"Personal reasons?"
"I invest in people, Mr. Adeyemi. In chemistry." She stepped closer. "Do we have chemistry?"
Emeka knew he should stay professional. But she was magnificent—thick thighs, wide hips, breasts straining against Italian fabric.
"I believe we do."
"Prove it."
He kissed her against the floor-to-ceiling windows, London spread below them.
"Anyone could see," she murmured.
"Do you care?"
"Not even slightly."
He unzipped her dress, let it fall. She wore nothing underneath.
"I came prepared," she explained. "I had a feeling about this viewing."
She pushed him onto the bed that came with the staging.
"Let me see what my investment will be getting."
She undressed him slowly, appreciating each reveal. When she freed him, her eyes widened.
"Very promising returns indeed."
She straddled him without hesitation, taking him inside with a moan.
"Oh yes. This deal is going to work perfectly."
They christened the flat thoroughly.
The bedroom. The kitchen island. The shower that could fit six. Against every window.
"I'll take it," she gasped as he drove into her from behind, both of them watching their reflection. "The flat. And you. Both."
"The flat is two million."
"And you?"
"I come with the property."
"Then I'm definitely buying."
The contract was signed the next morning.
The personal arrangement wasn't written down but was just as binding.
"Same time next week?" she asked. "I have other properties to evaluate."
"I have several to show you."
"I look forward to every viewing."
Fulham's property market had never been quite so lucrative.