“Dude, I saw the way your body tensed when she came at you like that. I read you well.”
My phone rings interrupting us and I glance at the screen to see an unfamiliar number on it. “I’m gonna grab this.” I step away from the counter for a little privacy since it could be related to my mom.
“Hello?” I answer as I head outside.
“Is Nate available?”
“Yeah, this is him.”
“Hi, Nate, this is Elania, Amesha asked me to give you a call about your interest in buying a new home?”
“Oh great. Thanks for calling me so quickly.”
“Did you have time now to tell me a little bit about what kind of house you’re interested in?”
“Sure, I’ve never done this, so…I don’t really know.”
She laughs a little and says, “Don’t worry, I’ll show you the ropes.” We chat about some basic specs, then I give her my email address and we hang up. For the first time in a while, I’m excited. Having a place of my own would be unreal. I’ve never had that, and as hard as it is to imagine doing it without Arion, I have to. She is not my future anymore.
I’m doing this for my mom and for myself. It will be nice to have my own home. My phone rings again and I glance to see my dad’s name on the screen.
“Hey, Dad?”
“Hey, how are you?”
“Good, just working. How’s Ma?”
“She’s good. The staff at this place is great; she was wondering if you were still coming for dinner?”
“Of course. Will you be there tonight?”
“Should be.”
“Great, well, text me and let me know if either of you need me to grab anything on my way over.”
I hang up with my dad and head upstairs. If buying a home is coming sooner rather than later, I guess I need to educate myself on what I really want. Amanda is talking to someone and Nash is giving a lesson. I’m not really in the mood for making rounds, so I head into the office and get online searching for homes in the Scotch Plains area.
One townhome looks really nice. I click on it and right away, my attention is diverted to the listing agent’s picture. Damn, she’s fucking hot.
Dark hair and intense eyes paired with those soft lips and huge tits popping into the picture. Man, I wish she were my realtor. I’d fuck her in a heartbeat, based solely on this picture, and that’s not like me, I like my Arion-blondes.
Then I read her name: Elania Harmon. Holy fuck, she is my realtor. I can’t get involved with someone right now. However, my questioning is all washed away as I get lost staring into her eyes again. What’s wrong with me? I can’t remember the last time a non-blonde was able to get me going.
But those eyes. And lips. And tits.
“Whatcha looking at?” Amanda barges in and asks me.
“Fuck, you scared me.”
“Why? You watching porn?”
“Fuck no.”
“I’m just messing with you.” She leans on the desk and looks down at me. “For real, what are you doing?”
“I was just looking at houses.”
“Yeah? Did that realtor call?”
“Yeah, she did.”
“Have you found anything good yet?”
I decide I might as well show Amanda what this chick looks like. I have a feeling I’m going to be needing her advice having to work with her through this process. “Just this,” I tell her, turning the screen and pointing to Elania’s picture.
“Who the fuck’s that?” she asks, basically drooling.
“The goddamn realtor.”
“Damn, Nate, she’s hot.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Is this what has you all hot and bothered in here?” she asks me, crossing her arms over her chest.
“No,” I lie. “But it does have me excited to look at houses, that’s for damn sure.”
“Can I come too?” she asks jokingly.
“Why? So you can hook up with her? What kind of friend are you?”
“I’m just playing with you.”
“Riiiiight.”
Having told my parents about my plans to move and have them both excited for me is such a relief. Dinner with them was great. My mom seems to be doing really well. Even though she’s only been at the new facility a short period of time, it’s great. All of the staff really seem to care about her.
Leaving them, I have one stop on the way and I can’t wait. Andrea texted me—the douchebag is out for the night and I really need to fuck her. Just thinking about her naked body waiting for me turns me on like nothing else. My cock throbs as I make the trip across town.
Finally, I pull up to her place and will my cock to stay down, just long enough for me to walk in. My phone chimes with a text. It’s from Amanda, I checked your realtor friend out and guess what?
Dammit, I hate it when she does this shit, just tell me. What? I text her back.
She’s single, doesn’t appear to have any kids, and loves to work out.
How the hell did you find this shit out?
Facebook.
You’re a piece of work, you know that, right?