shoulders. “Just trying to help.” She placed the rape alarm back in her bag and sauntered over to her desk.
“I don’t think I need that kind of help from you. That’s two drinks you owe me now—and make them large ones.” I was being demanding, but I didn’t much care after that.
“No problema, senorita,” she purred.
“Keep going and it will be three.” She wisely kept quiet and everyone went back to work at their desks. I couldn’t help looking at the time every sodding minute. I just want this over already.
Once it got to ten minutes to five, I thought it better to get going before I decided to leg it up to my flat, crawl into my bed and hide. That flat, and my bed, seemed rather enticing right now.
The gang wished me luck, to which I replied, “Go to hell,” and I swiftly made my way to Royal Avenue.
It didn’t help my mood that it looked like it was going to rain. It already had that new rain smell you get once it hits the pavements and settles there. I had my trustee umbrella tucked under my arm in the eventuality that it did rain once I had finished showing Cruella de Vil round the house.
I got to the house with a couple of minutes to spare and unfortunately Charming Charmers was already waiting for me.
“Hola, como estas, mi amor?” Her words were ringing out like a song almost. She was looking like a woman about to go to the races with her long red dress and even longer fur coat she had on. She was smoking a cigarette and very carefully breathed it up her nose as I came closer to her. She was flirting already.
The vodka’s calling, the vodka’s calling!
“Hi, Miss Char… Belinda, sorry. Are you ready to go in now?”
She flicked her golden brown locks and threw her cigarette in the street. “Si, lead the way, Chica.”
I walked past her and could feel her eyes follow me as I passed. They were practically burning a hole into the back of me as I unlocked the door.
“The current owners have just recently moved out the last couple of days, so you will see it as a blank shell now. That might help you better with this second viewing.”
Walking through the long hallway, we were greeted by a grand staircase. I took her through, room by room, trying not to maintain much eye contact—which was hard. I always like to look people in the eye when I speak, so this way was all foreign to me. We got to one of the bedrooms upstairs where she came so close to me I thought I couldn’t breathe.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful and unusual eyes? They’re brown, but they’re not brown. They’re green, but they’re not green. Remarkable.”
I briefly looked her in the eyes and she smiled. “Erm,” I began. “As you can see, this is the only item of furniture they have left. It’s way too big for them to manoeuvre.” The item I was referring to was a humungous king size, four poster bed, sitting very regally in the middle of the room.
“It’s fabulous,” she cooed. Very soon her hand was on my hair. Picking up a lock, she studied it for a moment. “You have the most gorgeous hair. It flows so elegantly down your beautifully curved back.”
I immediately stiffened at her touch and she noticed it straight away. “Do I make you nervous, Angelina?”
I cleared my throat. “No, I’m just not used to people playing with my hair when I’m trying to show them around a property.” I squirmed a little trying to gain some space between us.
“You must have had someone try to touch you in some way my darling. You’re a very attractive young lady.”
I tried to think of something fast, and the only thing I could think of to say was, “Yes, well… my boyfriend thinks so.”
A quirk of a smile touched her lips as she paced the room a little. She was looking around, going through the motions, but I was wondering if she was really interested in this place or not.
“So, you have a
“I don’t think I need that kind of help from you. That’s two drinks you owe me now—and make them large ones.” I was being demanding, but I didn’t much care after that.
“No problema, senorita,” she purred.
“Keep going and it will be three.” She wisely kept quiet and everyone went back to work at their desks. I couldn’t help looking at the time every sodding minute. I just want this over already.
Once it got to ten minutes to five, I thought it better to get going before I decided to leg it up to my flat, crawl into my bed and hide. That flat, and my bed, seemed rather enticing right now.
The gang wished me luck, to which I replied, “Go to hell,” and I swiftly made my way to Royal Avenue.
It didn’t help my mood that it looked like it was going to rain. It already had that new rain smell you get once it hits the pavements and settles there. I had my trustee umbrella tucked under my arm in the eventuality that it did rain once I had finished showing Cruella de Vil round the house.
I got to the house with a couple of minutes to spare and unfortunately Charming Charmers was already waiting for me.
“Hola, como estas, mi amor?” Her words were ringing out like a song almost. She was looking like a woman about to go to the races with her long red dress and even longer fur coat she had on. She was smoking a cigarette and very carefully breathed it up her nose as I came closer to her. She was flirting already.
The vodka’s calling, the vodka’s calling!
“Hi, Miss Char… Belinda, sorry. Are you ready to go in now?”
She flicked her golden brown locks and threw her cigarette in the street. “Si, lead the way, Chica.”
I walked past her and could feel her eyes follow me as I passed. They were practically burning a hole into the back of me as I unlocked the door.
“The current owners have just recently moved out the last couple of days, so you will see it as a blank shell now. That might help you better with this second viewing.”
Walking through the long hallway, we were greeted by a grand staircase. I took her through, room by room, trying not to maintain much eye contact—which was hard. I always like to look people in the eye when I speak, so this way was all foreign to me. We got to one of the bedrooms upstairs where she came so close to me I thought I couldn’t breathe.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful and unusual eyes? They’re brown, but they’re not brown. They’re green, but they’re not green. Remarkable.”
I briefly looked her in the eyes and she smiled. “Erm,” I began. “As you can see, this is the only item of furniture they have left. It’s way too big for them to manoeuvre.” The item I was referring to was a humungous king size, four poster bed, sitting very regally in the middle of the room.
“It’s fabulous,” she cooed. Very soon her hand was on my hair. Picking up a lock, she studied it for a moment. “You have the most gorgeous hair. It flows so elegantly down your beautifully curved back.”
I immediately stiffened at her touch and she noticed it straight away. “Do I make you nervous, Angelina?”
I cleared my throat. “No, I’m just not used to people playing with my hair when I’m trying to show them around a property.” I squirmed a little trying to gain some space between us.
“You must have had someone try to touch you in some way my darling. You’re a very attractive young lady.”
I tried to think of something fast, and the only thing I could think of to say was, “Yes, well… my boyfriend thinks so.”
A quirk of a smile touched her lips as she paced the room a little. She was looking around, going through the motions, but I was wondering if she was really interested in this place or not.
“So, you have a
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