There is a flame in her eye and I like it. “It won’t happen again.”
“Good, you can drive today,” she says walking to the passenger side of my car. She’s in another one of those damn dresses and I’m not sure if I can handle the skin of her legs rubbing all over the leather of my seats. But I can tell she’s not joking, so I unlock the doors and let her in.
“Where to first?” I ask starting the car and looking over at her.
She’s squinting looking through a file of papers on her lap. “I’ve got the whole route plugged into the GPS of my phone. It’ll tell you where to go.” She clicks start and the GPS begins to direct me.
“So this first place is one of the new listings from yesterday. The other one got a contract, so I pulled it from ours today.”
I keep listening to the GPS and her, doing my best to stay focused. My cock is starting to throw me off, but I fight it away.
“I told you, you’re the boss. I’m just along for the ride.”
She smiles and says, “This one is a townhome, three bedrooms, two and a half baths. It’s right by a new shopping development, so the area has some great growth potential.”
“Does it have a garage?”
“Of course.”
She seems to have calmed down and I feel the need to apologize. Clearly I pissed her off, though I didn’t mean to. I don’t want her to think that I’m not taking this seriously, or I don’t value her time, because I do.
“I’m sorry about earlier, it won’t happen again.”
“It’s all right. I’m sorry if I came across wrong. I’ve just had a stressful day.”
“It happens. Wanna talk about it?”
She shakes her head and I can tell that she’s just like me. I’ve been talking for months and months and it hasn’t completely healed me. Instead it’s left me more stumped if anything. Now, I have my psychologist questioning the reason for my existence, or “purpose” as he likes to call it.
“Here we are,” she says as the GPS stops. The area is nice, and the home is definitely newer. We get out of the car and I look up at the beige colored home. I could definitely see myself living here.
“I know what you are thinking – the garage is attached around back.”
“I wasn’t thinking that,” I respond as I follow her up the front steps. I was thinking that I’d like to fuck you. But, that’s normal lately.
I love looking at houses with Elania. The passion that she shows for her clients is something else, clearly this is what she was born to do. And it’s obvious how smart she is, how driven, how much of a perfectionist, and it’s all sexy as hell.
“There’s no maintenance here, everything is taken care of for you by the homeowner’s association,” she says unlocking the front door.
We head inside and I’m a bit taken aback. This place is way over the top, new wood floors, granite countertops, dark cabinets, and the entire floor plan is open. It’s just…perfect. The attention to detail in the craftsmanship is off the charts. Elania shows me everything, somehow already knowing all of the features of the house. I can tell that this is one of the reasons why she’s so good at her job. I really try to listen, but then she begins to walk upstairs and following behind her is just about my undoing.
I almost act without thinking, I just want to touch her. My hands yearn for her body. But somehow…I stop myself knowing that I can’t. It would not only make me look like an absolute creep, but it would definitely freak her out.
But if I could, I mean, if she wanted me, which she very well may…well, there’s a countertop staring right at us, the right height for me to lift her up on. I’d slide her dress up and fuck her ’til she came on my cock.
“Did you hear me?” she asks looking at me as we stand at the top of the stairs.
“Of course I did,” again I lie.
“Good, I’m glad you like it. I knew you would. The other two bedrooms are over here and there’s two full baths.”
We meander through the top level before making our way down to the garage. I really don’t see anything wrong with this place. And it’s only five minutes from my mom. The problem: buying something ends all of this with Elania. It’s crazy to think that way, but it’s the truth.
As we stand outside and take one last look, I try to think with my head and not my dick. “Wanna put an offer on it?” she asks.
“It is pretty damn perfect.”