Just a reaction to an attractive man with what felt like a decent sized penis. And ithadbeen a long time. The words had different reactions.
“You’re a complete unsharpened tool. But I want this property just about enough to cope with your hands on me.”
“Really? Because I’m pretty sure that once this sweet show is over, you won’t be stepping foot on this property again. I don’t want any superfan on this site.”
“Honey, you have no idea, have you?”
There were footsteps, but neither of us looked up.
“My, just look at you! It’s so lovely to see a young couple so in love.” I heard Ms Egalldottir’s hands clap together once more.
And then he did it. Liam bent down and pushed his lips to mine. It wasn’t a kiss that needed a privacy screen and a fire extinguisher. It was almost the opposite but the effect it had was worse. Soft. Tender. His hands released some of their grip and instead touched me like I was made only of precious gems.
I shuddered.
Then I caved into the kiss and when his lips moved away, for a moment I felt bereft.
“So in love.” Ms Egalldottir repeated the phrase. “I so want you to have this house. I take it would be a holiday home?”
“I’ll probably work from here,” Liam said, pulling away from me but leaving a hand on the small of my back. “A recording studio would be easy to set up. Sophie would be here when business allows.”
“Although we could also use it as a retreat for my clients. It’s big enough.” I smiled at him as sweetly as I could muster, which was difficult because I had a fire burning in a place which would be difficult to put out.
“There is permission to build on the land. My husband and I were considering building a second property for our children to allow us – and them – more privacy, so if you need more details about that then I’m sure the agent will be happy to provide them.” She looked at the agent that had been wearing a rather confused expression for the last half hour. Then her phone rang.
“Damn. I need to get back. My grandchildren are staying for the weekend. Please look around again and see whatever you need. I look forward to seeing you soon – hopefully I’ve found the couple that will have our forever home.”
Ms Egalldottir then came over and enveloped us both in a huge hug. I half suspected she copped a feel of Liam’s backside at the same time; the idea filled me with amusement.
We watched her leave, the agent speaking to her in Icelandic and for a moment I wondered if he was calling us out.
“I didn’t realise you were a couple,” he said, closing the door after the jeep left the driveway. “But that’s none of my business. Ms Egalldottir is adamant she’ll only sell to a married couple. Unfortunately, she isn’t short of cash so she will hang out for the right people to buy this property. I don’t want you to waste your time.”
“How come you didn’t mention this when we made the appointment to view?”
For once I agreed with something that Liam said.
The agent shrugged. “I keep hoping that she’ll relax her requirements when she meets someone she likes. What else would you like to see or shall I just let you walk around at your leisure?”
We walked around. Separately this time. I saw where I’d have different therapy rooms, a lounge for clients to relax in, an annex for the staff to reside. My chest filled with something like excitement. This was something I really wanted. Here. A new venture. Something different. A chance to help others – not in the way a nurse or a doctor could, but aesthetics did have its place in making others feel good.
Liam Rosehill was not going to get in my way.
* * *
Victoria Esme Davies, soon to be Callaghan, if she deigned to change her name, was sipping a French martini in the hot tub, her hair piled high on top of her head and her boobs pushed up by a bikini that I suspected Max had bought.
“They look like lethal weapons in that.” I stared at her cleavage. “Do you use them to attack Max?”
She grinned. “He’s mesmerised by them. All I have to do is catch his eye down there and he agrees to anything. The man is an easy touch.”
Maxwell Callaghan was anything but an easy touch for anyone bar Victoria, and it had nothing to do with her cleavage and everything to do with the woman attached to it. As growly and annoying as he could be, he was a pussy cat for her.
For a second I was jealous.
“Is he staying in your room yet?”
She smiled, took another sip. “Tonight. Two nights apart was enough. Although I’d have been happy if he wasn’t here. Give it another five years and we might be craving distance.”
