Geez, talk about PMS.
I groan as I pull myself out of bed and pull my work clothes back on, already daydreaming about coming home after work and crashing again.
Pitiful.
I plug the address for the house I’m showing this afternoon into my GPS and set off across town. Today, I’m showing a home to the Petersons. This is a couple who knows exactly what they want, and I’ve been trying for six months to find the house that fits that bill.
I pull into the long driveway of the beautiful, two-year-old craftsman home on the outskirts of town and smile when I see Mr. and Mrs. Peterson already standing on the covered porch, looking in the windows.
“Hi!” I call as I step out of the car and approach the young couple.
“Hi, Jill,” Whitney Peterson replies and opens her arms for a hug. “How was your Christmas?”
“I had a great Christmas, thank you.”
Bryan Peterson smiles and shakes my hand. “Fifteenth try’s the charm, right?”
“Right.” I wink and unlock the front door then lead them inside. “This one hasn’t even hit the listings yet. When I saw it come through this morning, I had a feeling about it. And it’s priced exactly right.” I tell them the listing price and feel my heart quicken when they glance at each other and nod. “Let’s have a look.”
The further through the house we go, the more excited the young couple seems to get. The bedrooms are spacious, the bathrooms equipped with exactly what they want. Even the master bathroom, which has been a bone of contention in past houses they’ve seen.
“We’ll take it,” Bryan announces when we wander back down to the kitchen.
“Just like that?” I ask with a laugh.
“Just like that,” Whitney replies. “This is exactly what we’ve been looking for.”
“What do you want to offer them?” I pull my iPad out of my purse and open my notes.
“The asking price.” I raise a brow and do a quick mental calculation. Holy shit, that’s going to be an awesome commission.
“You really want this house,” I reply.
“We’ve been waiting a long time to find exactly what we want, and I don’t want anyone to come in and snatch it out from under us,” Bryan says with a shake of the head.
“I can arrange for an inspection this week and get the paperwork in motion. I’ll send the offer as soon as I get back to the office.”
Whitney squeals and jumps up and down, clapping her hands, then launches herself into her husband’s arms. This is my favorite part of my job, helping my clients find a home they love.
“It’s been such a pleasure working with you both,” I say as I lock up behind us and we walk to our cars. “I’ll be in touch when I hear from the seller.”
“Thank you so much.”
I pull away with a wide grin on my face and I immediately push the button on my Bluetooth. I need to tell Zack.
“Hey, sugar,” he says as he answers. He sounds out of breath, and my mind immediately shifts to the way he feels when he’s over me, inside me, making exactly that noise.
“Jilly?” he asks.
“I’m here. Sorry. Do you have plans tonight?”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I need to celebrate. I just sold a house to a couple that I thought I’d never find the right house for. I want to take you out to dinner.”
“I’ll take you out for dinner. Do I have to wear a monkey suit?” I hear the smile in his voice.
“You’ll look hot in your monkey suit.” I chuckle and pull into the parking lot of my office. “I have some paperwork to take care of this afternoon and then I’m heading home.”
“I’ll pick you up at six.”
“Great. See you soon.”
“Bye, sugar.”
After adjusting my boobs in my push-up bra, I check my lipstick and grin when I hear the doorbell, then Zack coming inside. I love that he feels comfortable enough to make himself at home here.
“I’m almost ready!” I call out and stuff my lipstick, phone, and debit card in a small clutch bag then smooth my hands down my long, black fitted dress. It falls to my feet, but is strapless, so I added a simple necklace and earrings. My hair is held on my head with about fifty pins.
“Jesus Christ, Jilly.” I turn to find Zack leaning against the door frame, his arms crossed over his chest, as his eyes take me in from head to toe. He’s delicious in a dark gray suit and royal-blue tie. He’s clean-shaven and his hair has been tamed, begging for my fingers to mess it up.
“You look fantastic.” I cross the room to him and reach up to adjust his tie, although it doesn’t need to be adjusted at all. I just want to touch him.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He cradles my face gently in his hands and lowers his face to mine, tenderly sweeping his lips back and forth, barely touching them, and it drives me crazy. My thighs clench and I grab onto his tie, pulling him in closer.
“Say stuff like that and we won’t leave my house,” I whisper.
“I’m okay with that,” he replies with a wolfish smile.
“I have lots to celebrate,” I reply and pull away.
He holds my black peacoat up for me and then lifts me in his arms and carries me out to his truck so I don’t have to trudge through the snow in heels.
“You’re very chivalrous,” I comment and plant a kiss on his cheek.