Back when I was a kid, I used to go to clean houses with my mum. Not so much as clean and more of sitting around while she cleans, but you get the gist. Every day she'd pick me up from school, and we'd go off to some rich person's house. Where she'd wash floors, do laundry, organise their home, cook, and do anything they'd ask for, really. Then, after the sun would have set and all the floors would shine, we'd slowly walk back to our shabby cold house. Where I'd listen to her tell me all about how I should marry a rich husband who will take care of me.
Fast forward a few decades, I'm now 30 years old, and I still haven't found my prince.
Life kind of took its own turn, and I ended up building my own empire instead. I own one of the most successful real estate agencies on the island, and I've also marked my name trading crypto money, so it' safe to say that I'm a self-made queen. But to you, I'm Mandy.
Despite my passion for selling real estate, I don't really get to do many viewings anymore. There's a lot more work that goes into running a company, and besides, I can trust my team to sell sand in a desert, so I leave a lot of the viewings in their hands. But last night, Sarah called me coughing and croaking on the phone, barely able to speak. She told me that a client just flew in to view the 801 Villa, but she wasn't going to make it in that state. So, she asked me to cover for her and give him the VIP treatment, "he's a serious buyer, Mand. There's no bullshit with this guy. He knows what he wants, and I really think that estate is for him. Oh, and he's single too. It's a win-win."
"How is it a win, win exactly?" I said, laughing, knowing exactly what she was about to say.
"Come on, it's perfect!" she exclaimed. "The most eligible bachelor meets the hottest and most successful woman on the island. It's like a fairy-tale."
"I'm beginning to think you don't sound sick after all, Sarah."
"No, no, honestly. I am dying here. Got to go. I need to take my meds. Have fun tomorrow, and take care of him. He's a great asset to our agency."
I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't excited. I mean, the 801 villa is absolutely ridiculous. It's set on 5 acres of land. It has a six-car garage, a pool, tennis court, private access to the beach, a home cinema, three kitchens, six bedrooms, 7 bathrooms and countless living rooms. All tiled in the most exotic marble floors and amounting to 4.2 million euros.
Only so many people can afford a house like that, and selling it will send my agency rocketing to the moon. So I was going all in to close this sale.
I called the Hilton hotel and booked their best sea view suite, got my driver to rent out the latest range rover sport, and just to be extra, I got the princess v55 power yacht to take him on an adrenaline tour before arriving on the property. I took another look around the place, making sure everything was up to perfection. And then made my way out to the private dock to welcome him.
I could see the boat racing swiftly through the waves, gliding and carving its entrance towards the dock. My insides started to jitter as I walked up to the docking boat, not knowing what to expect. Still, I calmly rested one of my hands onto the rail, casually posing the other hand onto my hips. I wore my favourite all-white jumpsuit, the one with the low front cut and bareback, which gave me the perfect excuse to go braless. And I matched it all with soft curls in my hair, a brush off bronze make up, and a pair of nude wedge shoes.
"that's quite the entrance you've given me!" He shouted as the boat reached up to the dock, "I've got to say I'm impressed with your hospitality Ms..."
"Mandy," I smiled, "I'm glad that you're enjoying it. I just wanted to give you a taste of what you could have if you get this property."
"Well, we're certainly off to a good start. I'm Daniel, by the way," he said, stepping off the boat and reaching for a handshake
Damn, he looked so hot. He stood tall at 6 feet, with broad shoulders and a buffed chest. His grip was strong, and his eye dazzled into my soul every time he looked at me. He had thick jet-black hair that faded neatly into his well-groomed beard. His voice was deep, the kind that could easily give orders and make my panties wet at the same time. And his perfume was triggering all of my remaining senses of attraction. Fuck, I wasn't ready for someone this hot. I expected a more disgusting version.
But I wasn't about to let him distract me from my goal. I went there to sell the house, not have sex, even though I honestly could have dropped naked the moment he opened his mouth. Ok, one goal at a time. I planned to sell him the house first and then maybe woo him elsewhere too. A girl has needs, and he looked like he could easily fill all of them.
I thanked the boat driver and started walking up the wooden slats laid out in the pathway. Casually making small talk, showing him the different areas of the property, and making sure to give him a good view of my ass. As my mother always said, I could talk myself out of anything; words would just flow, a natural seller. And thank god for that gift because while my mouth was saying one thing, my mind was thinking about a completely different story. Wishing I could just throw him onto one of the beds and climb on top of him. Wanting to open up his shirt one button at a time, planting a kiss every time I exposed more skin. Until I'd reach down to his crotch, where I so eagerly wanted to taste.
I wondered if he was the type of guy who'd shave, but judging from his beard, I'd expect nothing short of manly down there. Gosh, I longed to get a little tiny peek at his naked body. At least I'd have a good reason for getting so horny already. But there wasn't much I could do about it at the time, so we kept walking through the house. Where I'd occasionally bend down to show him some built-in storage and lightly brush his arm to walk past him.
"And this is the last room in the house. The main kitchen. It's fully equipped with a gas stove and wine cooler. You've got all the kitchen supplies ready too, and,"
"I don't cook much, but I do like the kitchen top counter," he said with a brief pause. "I could definitely see you on top of it with your legs spread open and my head in between."
My face must have gone blank. Did he really just say that? Or is my mind playing tricks?
"Huh?" I said, confused.
"I saw you checking out my ass earlier, and I'm usually good with picking up signals. Or am I wrong to think that you're interested in me?" he replied with a smirk.
I ran my tongue over my teeth, sucking in my cheeks and didn't say anything. I walked around the counter and placed my elbows down to expose my cleavage. Took in a deep breath and prepared myself for a comeback.
"I don't like to mix business with pleasure. And it takes a lot more than just money and a cocky attitude to get to sleep with someone. I came here today to make a deal. The offer stands at 4.2 million, and judging by the look on your face, you're ready to give me a counter offer. Let's face it, you've got more money than you could use, but with the entire world going into lockdown, there aren't many fun places for you to be around. Getting this house will be the perfect solution to continue enjoying your bachelor life and invest in something solid. Especially now that you've lost over 2 million in just 3 months with your establishments being closed down everywhere. I've done my homework, and I'd say you're in a deep hole. Buying this house will be your best bet to safeguard your assets. Then give it two years and resell it. You'll make twice as much money given the current incline in the market."
Daniel didn't say anything. He just smiled. "Not just a pretty face, huh?" he said. "You're right about my investments going to shit, and this house will be a safe choice. Tell the owner I'm offering him 4 million in direct credit."
"Ok. That sounds like a fair offer. I'll see what I can do," I nodded and made my way out to the driveway. Daniel followed me out and stood in front of the closed door, with his hands in his pocket, watching me walk up to my car.
I opened my car door, and just before hopping in, I said, "And about what you mentioned earlier. I'd prefer it if you'd start off by licking my nipples. That always turns me on. Shall we have dinner tonight? I'll have an answer about the house by then."
He bit his lower lip and shook his head in disbelief. Paced around the doorway and then yelled out, "Sure, I'll see you there".
I tried my best to hide the smile that crept up my face and reversed out onto the road. But despite my best efforts, I couldn't keep my mind off what just happened.
I mean, what on earth was I thinking? Sure he's absolutely gorgeous, and I'd love to lick sweet champagne off his torso, but he's a total dick head! From the way he walked to how he dressed and just how he spoke—the balls. No, the arrogance that his tone had, was beyond me. But in all truth. I meant what I said, I wasn't looking for anything serious, but I'd definitely wanted to sleep with him.
Fuck! I hated when this happened. I couldn't stop thinking about his lips pressed up onto my nipples. I wondered if he would bite? I assumed he would. With that attitude of his, he was definitely going to be a biter. The type of guy who'd wrap his fingers around my neck and whisper into my ears as he slowly slides his thick hard cock between my wet lips. Ugh. My pussy started to tingle at the thought of having him anywhere close to it, and all the bumps in the road weren't helping either.
I got home all horny and bothered, kicked off my shoes, grabbed a beer from the fridge and threw myself onto the sofa. Scrolling aimlessly through my phone, trying to take my mind off Daniel only to drift back to the thought of his gorgeous body stripping naked for me. But as much as I wanted to sit there and daydream about all the things I'd let him do to me, I had a job to do. And realistically, getting commission from a 4 million euro estate was going to be a lot more fun than a night of hot steamy orgasms. So I swirled the cold beer in my mouth and started to devise my phone call.
