“He doesn’t have to be tall.” I returned the creamer to the refrigerator.
Anika rolled her eyes at my blatant lie. “Smart, good dresser. Shall I go on?”
“No, you’ve covered the basics.” If we weren’t sisters, I’m not sure we would be friends.
“You need to trust me. Anika knows best.”
Anika never knew best. My sister was the type who jumped before considering the consequences. She was the person who banged on my door at two in the morning and demanded I pack a bag because we were going on a road trip. I cannot even begin to list all of the sticky situations she’d gotten us into. Some which left me fearful we wouldn’t make it out alive.
“Why can’t you and Dante just chill together?”
“Because lately your phone has been a bit dry.”
“I have plenty of men hitting me up. If I wanted, I could call any one of them and be wined and dined tonight.”
“So text one of those men and ask them to hang out with us. Feel free to drop Dante’s name if that helps.”
She was calling my bluff. I was confident I could find someone who was willing to take me out, but I wasn’t into making the first move. “Why am I always letting you talk me into things?”
“Because I’m your big sister. Besides, a little male attention will remind you that you’re that bitch. I see the way men look at you, and you are totally oblivious.
“I’m not oblivious, I’m just not interested.”
“You are too beautiful to not be getting your back blown out on a regular basis. Maybe you don’t find a love connection, but maybe you find a brother to realign your spine.”
Not going to lie, sex would be nice. Great sex would be life changing. But I’d take a mediocre dick down over a silicone one any day. Toys were great but an actual dick thrusting and making me cream was ideal. “Okay, but no fuckboys.”
The corners of Anika’s mouth curved into her signature mischievous smirk. “Your pussy is safe with me.”
“I don’t rememberyou being this picky,” I said after walking into the last home I had scheduled to show Aldridge that day.
“I’m not picky. I have preferences, yes.”
“Well this home is more contemporary than the last few I’ve shown you. The builder did a really good job of curating the space so the flow makes sense and is efficient.”
“How big?”
“Fifty-five hundred square feet. Which is also smaller than some of the previous places we looked at.”
“I noticed kids playing outside.”
“Yes, this is an established neighborhood so you’re going to get a good mix of older residents and new families who have upgraded from their starter homes.”
Clients like Aldridge were the worst. It was clear he wasn’t really sold on Nevada and so the thought of planting roots made him hesitant. Settling on a place would make everything real andI don’t think he was ready to commit to Vegas as his new home. I totally understood Vegas was an acquired taste. Either you loved it or you hated it. And because it was a transient city with thousands of people from all across the globe coming and going every day, it was difficult to get a true sense of the city’s culture.
Aldridge circled the floor plan in silence, opening closets and testing the height of doorways. I dreaded showing him these houses because long after we parted ways, the scent of him would linger in my car and on my clothes. The other day I returned home from a tour and was frozen in my closet for fifteen minutes just inhaling my blouse like I was auditioning for one of those detergent commercials. He didn’t wear the same scent as he did in college, and I think I preferred his new cologne better. It made me want to bury my face into the crook of his neck while I stroked his dick.
“The half bath is big.”
“There are five bathrooms in total.”
“The fireplace?”
“It’s gas.”
He frowned. We both knew he didn’t give two shits about a wood-burning fireplace. He opened windows and examined baseboards like he was a home inspector looking for a reason to issue a negative report.
“There’s a mother-in-law suite in the back. And while there isn’t currently a pool, there’s more than enough yard to install one.”
