Chapter 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.