Sophie had just gotten her real estate license when Devon came in one day and asked to be mentored.
“So what’s the deal with my sister? Why hasn’t she settled down?”
“I think all the economic uncertainty of your parents’ passing made her feel like she wanted to get her career in order first, get stable. I completely understand. I’m the same way,” she said.
“I guess I missed all that. I was just a kid finishing up high school. There was no college fund, so I got the Navy. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Would you have gone?”
“To college? I don’t think about that at all, Dev—Devon.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“Does that mean I get a treat?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
That spark of connection between them was brief, but very intimate. He had the urge to push his luck. He cleared his throat and tried to clear his mind.
“Is this so difficult now, being with me?” he asked.
She smiled. “No. Not what I expected.” Her voice became a whisper. For a second he felt like he was in the presence of a delicate bird. Something he wanted to protect.
“I’ll take that as a good sign, then.” He sat back and hoped he wouldn’t get a smart-ass comment in return. Hoped she’d follow along. Let him lead her just a little bit closer, and eventually into his arms.
“I think you’re a nicer person than I realized. Sophie said to give you time to show your better side.”
He had to look away. Did he have a better side? Why was it so important that he make a good impression on her? What did he really want? A hookup? That brought on all sorts of visions. A portion of his brain was working overtime like dancers in a Bollywood movie.
She waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello? We have some work to do, remember?”
The plates were cleared and he pulled out the disclosure paperwork. But he quickly tired of trying to explain things upside down.
“Can I sit there next to you? It would be easier,” he asked.
She tilted her head, gave a lop-sided smile, and then scooted over and made room for him on the burgundy vinyl bench seat. He loved sitting on the warm spot her beautiful butt had occupied.
Her intense scent was making his nose itch, but every other part of his body was cheering with more intensity than a Stanford vs. Cal game. His thigh was close enough to hers that, even with the fabric of his canvas cargoes between them, he could feel the hairs on his legs stiffen and rise to attention. And they weren’t the only things rising, either.
“Here,” he said as he pointed out a couple of questions and boxes he was supposed to check off. “I’m not sure what they are asking. The place is old. How would she know if any of these things work or not?”
She leaned in and her shoulder brushed his. He let the feeling warm him for a moment, then backed away to give her space. She angled her head to look at the question, and that beautiful swan’s neck came so close to him he could have leaned forward only inches to give her a kiss there. And he really wanted to.
“She just has to say what she knows. She can’t be responsible for what she doesn’t know. Fill it out with what she thinks is correct. Find out if she has any old reports, and I’ll go back and check the old files. When she bought the property I don’t think there were any reports given. She bought it in foreclosure.”
“Speaking of that, have you asked Sophie if she’s current on her payments?”
“Well, it’s a question on this statement. You’ll have to ask her.”
“But do you know if she is?”
“No. You think she is?” Her brown doe eyes pulled at his heart and made it ache. Their lips were close. He wanted to put his arm up on the top of the booth, but then he’d be looming all over her and he knew it would scare her again. Besides, he’d been sweating and that was always a turnoff to women. Suddenly his arms, hands and legs were awkward appendages and he couldn’t find a comfortable place
“So what’s the deal with my sister? Why hasn’t she settled down?”
“I think all the economic uncertainty of your parents’ passing made her feel like she wanted to get her career in order first, get stable. I completely understand. I’m the same way,” she said.
“I guess I missed all that. I was just a kid finishing up high school. There was no college fund, so I got the Navy. Not that I’m complaining.”
“Would you have gone?”
“To college? I don’t think about that at all, Dev—Devon.”
She smiled. “Thank you.”
“Does that mean I get a treat?”
“Don’t push your luck.”
That spark of connection between them was brief, but very intimate. He had the urge to push his luck. He cleared his throat and tried to clear his mind.
“Is this so difficult now, being with me?” he asked.
She smiled. “No. Not what I expected.” Her voice became a whisper. For a second he felt like he was in the presence of a delicate bird. Something he wanted to protect.
“I’ll take that as a good sign, then.” He sat back and hoped he wouldn’t get a smart-ass comment in return. Hoped she’d follow along. Let him lead her just a little bit closer, and eventually into his arms.
“I think you’re a nicer person than I realized. Sophie said to give you time to show your better side.”
He had to look away. Did he have a better side? Why was it so important that he make a good impression on her? What did he really want? A hookup? That brought on all sorts of visions. A portion of his brain was working overtime like dancers in a Bollywood movie.
She waved her hand in front of his face. “Hello? We have some work to do, remember?”
The plates were cleared and he pulled out the disclosure paperwork. But he quickly tired of trying to explain things upside down.
“Can I sit there next to you? It would be easier,” he asked.
She tilted her head, gave a lop-sided smile, and then scooted over and made room for him on the burgundy vinyl bench seat. He loved sitting on the warm spot her beautiful butt had occupied.
Her intense scent was making his nose itch, but every other part of his body was cheering with more intensity than a Stanford vs. Cal game. His thigh was close enough to hers that, even with the fabric of his canvas cargoes between them, he could feel the hairs on his legs stiffen and rise to attention. And they weren’t the only things rising, either.
“Here,” he said as he pointed out a couple of questions and boxes he was supposed to check off. “I’m not sure what they are asking. The place is old. How would she know if any of these things work or not?”
She leaned in and her shoulder brushed his. He let the feeling warm him for a moment, then backed away to give her space. She angled her head to look at the question, and that beautiful swan’s neck came so close to him he could have leaned forward only inches to give her a kiss there. And he really wanted to.
“She just has to say what she knows. She can’t be responsible for what she doesn’t know. Fill it out with what she thinks is correct. Find out if she has any old reports, and I’ll go back and check the old files. When she bought the property I don’t think there were any reports given. She bought it in foreclosure.”
“Speaking of that, have you asked Sophie if she’s current on her payments?”
“Well, it’s a question on this statement. You’ll have to ask her.”
“But do you know if she is?”
“No. You think she is?” Her brown doe eyes pulled at his heart and made it ache. Their lips were close. He wanted to put his arm up on the top of the booth, but then he’d be looming all over her and he knew it would scare her again. Besides, he’d been sweating and that was always a turnoff to women. Suddenly his arms, hands and legs were awkward appendages and he couldn’t find a comfortable place
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