I smirked, tucking my hands into my pockets. “Appreciate that. Come this way, you’re gonna love the master suite.”
She winked and followed.
She was stunning, no lie. The type of woman who made red carpet appearances look effortless. She walked like she knew the world wanted her.
She also flirted like it was second nature. Compliments. Quick touches. Lip bites. Long stares. But none of it moved me.
A lot of my female clients were like that. I couldn’t count how many times I’d walked a woman through a multi-million dollar property while she sized me up like she was shopping for more than a property. I’d become used to their flirty laughs or how they’d “accidentally” brush against me in narrow hallways.
It was never a secret. I just didn’t make a scene out of it. I wasn’t stupid, so I knew what some of these women wanted. But I didn’t care because the sale was always the priority. My charm came with boundaries that were just enough to make the experience memorable but not enough to make it personal.
Even when I couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on between us, I was married to who I wanted.
“So,” she said, leaning in a little too close. “Do you usually do these private tours, or do I just get special treatment?”
I smiled, professional as ever. “I’m glad you feel special, that’s what I strive to do. Everyone gets the same level of service. I try my best to do whatever is best for the clients.”
She laughed, and I turned to keep the tour moving.
9
Khloe
I walked upstairs the moment Kairo left. He said he’d be gone no longer than an hour or two, and maybe that was true but lately, I never really knew what to expect.
I needed a minute to myself. So I did what I always did when I was trying to decompress.
I took my time in the bathroom. I pulled off my lashes, wiped off my makeup, and stood in the shower until the water turned lukewarm.
I got out and moisturized my entire body before putting on my thick robe. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the man Stack’s contact from when Niv sent it over.
I stared at his name for a while, and my thoughts started spiraling.
Do I just text him and say… what?
“Hey, Niv told me about you and I figured I’d reach out since I’m thinking about using you for this hall pass my husband suggested.”
Like… What kind of deranged shit is that?
I shook my head. It’s a perfect example of why I didn’t do shit like that. I should’ve just bought another damn toy and kept it pushing. The toys didn’t have me expecting a conversation and a personality check.
I flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. “This is so stupid,” I said to myself.
I called Niv, and she answered like she was out of breath “Hello?”
“You outside?” I asked.
“Yeah, just went for a jog with Zejah and Huxley. What’s up?”
“I think I’m having a mental breakdown.”
“Because of Stacks?”
“Because of life,” I sighed. “But yes, also him. I’ve been staring at his name for ten minutes and I don’t know what the hell to say without sounding crazy. Like, hey… I’m Khloe, I heard your dick comes highly recommended and I’m thinking about trying it?”
Niv yelled laughing. “Girl, what?! Not you putting it like that.”
I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “I’m serious, Niv. What do you even say to a sneaky link? We don’t know each other. This shit is weird. I feel like I’m shopping for dick.”
