Try it on!the devil on my left shoulder whispers in my ear.There’s no harm in putting it on.
No, put it back on the rack, the angel on my right shoulder admonishes.You’re here to sell clothes, not to model them.
But a girl can dream.After all, Selene will never know, and I’m not hurting anyone by trying on her clothes.Within seconds, the pink fur vest is off, and I’m slipping into the silver gown.When I catch sight of myself in the full-length mirror, my jaw drops because I’ve never seen myself look like this before.The gown emphasizes my big bust, tiny waist, and wide, flared hips.The material makes me look taller than I am, and if anything, my hair looks like spun gold against the metallic fabric.
But then I smile ruefully because I feel like I’m Cinderella trying on her stepsister’s forbidden ballgown.This dress is definitely not me because I’m the help, and not the lady of the manor.My hands go to the back fastening, ready to shed the dress but then, the doorbell rings downstairs.Damnit, it must be the broker who wants to tour Lakeview.If they’ll just give me a minute, I’ll get the door immediately.
But my fingers can’t get the back zip undone easily, and after a minute of useless scrabbling, I give up and lift the hem of the gown with both hands.I’m going to answer the door dressed in this couture outfit because it really doesn’t matter.Selene said that I had her approval to sell these clothes, and if the broker asks, I’ll just tell the truth.So with light feet, I descend the stairs into the marble foyer just as the chime rings insistently again.
“Okay, okay,” I mutter while unfastening the latch and yanking the heavy slab open.But when I peer outside, I get the shock of my life because it’s not a frumpy, rotund agent standing on the doorstep.Instead, a man waits, dark and forbidding with an impatient expression on his harsh features.He’s tall, looming over my middling height, with broad shoulders, a wide chest, and long, powerful legs.He’s dressed impeccably in a dark suit, with a stark white shirt that highlights the deep bronze of his skin.All oxygen exits my lungs because this man is gorgeous, magnetic, and pure sex on legs.Unfortunately, he looks grumpy as he stares at me.
“I’m Nick Bannister,” he rasps.“I’m here to see the house.You must be the owner.”
With that, my heart leaps into high gear as my pulse races because do I tell him the truth of who I am?It would be embarrassing, seeing that I’m clad in my boss’s silver gown.But at the same time, I’ll likely never see Selene again, and it could be fun to masquerade just for a short while.
Be careful, the voice in my head whispers.This man is not to be toyed with.
But as the visitor’s bright blue eyes rake over my form, I feelseenfor the first time in my life.Usually, I’m an invisible entity lurking in the background, wearing a shapeless grey uniform.But today, I want to be someone different.I want to be a charming, exciting, and glamorous woman of the world, and before I know it, I’ve stepped back with a inviting smile for the dark man.
“Welcome,” I say in a silky voice.“Yes, I’m showing the house today.Please, come in.”
He steps into the foyer, his huge form looming over me, and somehow ...I already know that my life has changed forever.
2
Nick
Lakeview is a gorgeous mansion, its beauty dwarfed only by the woman at the door.My eyes practically pop out of their sockets when I see her because I didn’t expect the owner to be home for the showing, and yet there’s no doubt who this is.The woman is gorgeous and glamorous, her long blonde hair swept over one shoulder while clad in a shimmery silver dress.
“Welcome,” she says in a dulcet tone, her eyes a soft cornflower blue.“Come in.”
I step into the foyer, catching a whiff of her perfume as I pass, and immediately, my body hardens because she’s wearing a subtle mixture of jasmine, rose, and a light floral that I can’t identify.She’s voluptuous too, with a shadowy vee between those large breasts, and a tiny, nipped-in waist that I can span with both hands.I didn’t catch the name of the sellers when my broker recommended this estate to me, but it doesn’t matter because I don’t need to know her name to appreciate her beauty.
“Would you like me to show you around?”the glamorous blonde asks with a slight smile.“I can give you a quick tour of the house and gardens out back, if you like.”
I pause for a moment because I wasn’t expecting this.My broker said the house would be empty, seeing that it’s being sold as a part of a divorce.Sure enough, a quick glance at the woman’s left hand reveals that her ring finger is bare, the nails short and clean.Interesting.Most socialites I know have claws that resemble talons, glittering and ready to draw blood.
But I put it out of my head because the woman’s grooming choices are not my business.As a self-made man, I’ve learned a lot of difficult lessons in life, and one of those is to avoid meddling when it’s unnecessary.In this case, the beautiful blonde is going through a divorce, and it must be painful.Yet I can’t help but admire the view as she turns slightly, a small smile playing on those plush lips.
“A tour?”she repeats.“I’m more than happy.”
Immediately, I come to.
“Yes, a tour would be great,” I rasp, trying to keep the arousal out of my voice.“Please, proceed.”
She smiles, and I feel like the warmth of the sun has descended on my skin.
“Perfect,” she murmurs.“Follow me.”
Her rear end sways mesmerizingly as she leads me up the curving marble staircase as my cock twitches.Holy fuck!How am I going to keep it together when I’m already losing it after five minutes in this goddess’ presence?But now, my curiosity is piqued ...and I can’t wait to see more of the gorgeous girl.
3
Nick
Like a lovestruck dunce, I continue to stare at the blonde’s rear end.My glance is surreptitious, and yet I feel that the woman knows I’ve been ogling her when she glances at me over one slim shoulder.A smile plays about those plush pink lips, and to my astonishment, I realize she’s not wearing any lipstick.Her mouth is all natural, ripe and beautiful, without a slick of gloss on it, and my dick twitches in response.Fortunately, she doesn’t remark on my schoolboy staring.
“We’ll start with the second floor,” she says in a husky tone.“I’ll show you the sleeping quarters first, and then we can proceed downstairs to the communal living areas, as well as the grounds outside.”
