“No, I get it, and I’m willing to pay for the right place.”
“As you should. You’re about to be the NBA’s best in show, and that comes with perks like a house to tool around in during the off season.”
“I prefer the term NBA champion. But you already know I’m a champion, especially after this morning and that humming thing I did on your clit.”
I blushed. “That was a masterclass.”
Aldi closed the space between us. “It was my greatest pleasure.”
“I’m working.”
“You can’t flirt at work?”
“No, because I’m a professional.”
“Okay, well just know on the drive home I plan on slipping my hand up your skirt.”
“Noted.” I opened the front door, stepping aside.
Aldridge’s face lit up as he took the space in. This home was expertly staged by me, and I left no detail to chance. Aldi was a visual person, and I wanted him to envision himself in this house the moment he walked in. “I did good, right?”
“Calm down. I’m liking what I see, but it’s just the entryway.”
“An entryway that leads to a formal dining room for dinner with friends or holidays.”
“You and I both know this room will be off limits to guest and I might even break out the plastic furniture covers.”
“You wouldn’t”
“My mom still has them. I bought her a brand-new house with all new furniture, and she specifically requested custom plastic covers for the sofas and all chairs. I said, mom if something gets stained I’ll just buy you a new one, but she wasn’t trying to hear that.”
“I guess old habits die hard. To your left, you have an office. Spacious enough for you to take meetings or invite your entire team to brainstorm.”
“Nice.”
“Straight ahead leads you to the main living area. But you have several living spaces in this home.”
“I can get with the open floor plan.”
“Outside we have a smaller structure that was being used as a gym by the previous owner. Equipped with a full bath, a sauna to soothe your muscles after a game, and a mini kitchen where you can make smoothies or after-workout snacks.”
“Finally, a place that speaks to my soul.”
“The backyard leads to this infinity pool with stunning views of the Las Vegas Strip. Back inside the kitchen is what you would expect from a home in this neighborhood and price tag.”
“I could put my culinary skills to the test. Have you ever had vegetarian lasagna? I had it at a restaurant a few months back and didn’t miss the meat. I’ve been dying to try and recreate it.”
“Sounds delicious.”
Aldi wrapped his arms around me. “I’ll make it for you. You can be my sous chef and taste tester.”
“I know what I’d like to taste.”
Aldridge frowned. “Not very professional,” he teased.
“You know what, you’re right. Let’s head upstairs.” Aldridge played grab ass with me as we made our way up.
I stayed in the hall while he walked from room to room. This decision had to be his. I didn’t want my bias to get in the way. This place would be almost anybody’s dream home. It filled his criteria but the last thing I wanted was him to feel the pressure to buy from me because I’d shown him close to thirty houses with lukewarm reception. It was up to Aldi to choose the type of life he wanted to create in Vegas. Of course, I hoped that life featured me, but I didn’t want him buying a multimillion-dollarhome because it made me happy and I could see us cuddled up in the living room or sharing a shower in the bathroom with full body shower heads.
