Real estate agent, Catherine Thomas carefully straightened the For Sale sign on the front lawn, critically eyeing the luxurious four bedroom two story home she was hoping like hell to sell. With any luck the couple arriving any minute to view it wouldn't be more looky-loos with nothing better to do with their Saturday afternoon than go house browsing, wasting her time.
That was providing of course she'd read him right. At least Jason Rider had sounded serious when she'd talked to him on the phone about what he was looking for. Explaining to her that he was interested in finding a nice family home, since he and his fiancée wanted to start a family as soon as they got married, they'd need the space. She smiled at the well-built Colonial as she mounted the wide steps onto the big front porch, sure that this one would fit the bill and make a perfect place for them to raise a family. Not unlike the home where she'd raised her three boys, before her husband had decided that at forty-one, she was well past her best-by date, and traded her in for a newer model.
Heaving a sigh, she let herself in, deciding she might as well leave the door unlocked while she did her usual last minute inspection, since it was almost time for the young couple to arrive.
Doing a quick once over, she plucked a few pictures off shelves and stashed them in drawers, well aware that no one wanted to see another family while they were trying to imagine themselves living in the house they were touring. Glancing around, she nodded. Lucky for her the place was pretty tidy, so she wouldn't have to do much.
But upstairs, she gasped out loud when she got a look at what awaited her in what had to be the kid's bathroom - a soggy pile of wet towels still on the floor, and a few inches of murky-looking water sitting in the bathtub, complete with an abandoned rubber ducky - yikes. She knew the current home owners, the Wilsons, had left that morning for a holiday in the Bahamas - and by looks of things, they'd been running late and barely gotten their kids out of the tub before they had to go.
So, with no other choice, getting down on her knees, hoping she didn't ruin her sexy red heels, or get soaked, she fished out the little ducky, let out the water, did a cursory wipe of the tub with one of the towels, hurriedly stashed everything under the sink, then got up on her tiptoes to unlock the window, so she could open it and let some of the dampness out of the room.
Noticing a big unsightly stain on the outside of the window, she grabbed some toilet paper off the roll, wet it at the sink and crawled out as far as she dared to try and clean it off. But when she tried to shimmy back inside, she couldn't believe her luck, groaning, when she realized her dress was stuck on the lock at the bottom of the open window, nearly choking her. Now she wondered why in hell she'd chosen to wear a loose knit dress, no matter how stylish, since the big knitted loops were making it impossible to get free.
She could feel the cool air on her nearly bare bottom, too, and hoped no one came along now, or they'd see a lot more than just the sexy undies she'd taken to wearing since her dip-stick ex had kindly informed her that somewhere along the way, she'd lost her sex appeal as well.
Rolling her eyes, she looked skyward - of all the times for something like this to happen. Why now?
Desperately tugging on the loop in the lock, doing her best not to strangle herself, she groaned when she heard, "Hello?" coming from downstairs. Perfect. Her ass nearly bare, trapped in a window, with her clients waiting for her to greet them, she wanted to scream. Trying to decide if she should just wriggle out of her dress, she remembered that the intricate catch at the back of the neck would make that impossible.
And then she heard a deep male voice right behind her, saying, "Oh, hi? You okay?"
Turning her head as much as she could, cheeks burning with embarrassment, she admitted, "Not exactly. I seemed to have gotten myself stuck out here trying to clean the window."
Quickly getting over the surprise of finding her like this, Jason's eyes flared, staring appreciatively at what had to be the most gorgeous tight little ass he'd ever seen. So it seems his real estate agent liked to wear thongs. And the way the slender piece of black lace bisected those perfect pale round globes, he was damn glad she did.
After straightening his rapidly straining cock in his jeans, he stepped right behind her and asked, "So, how can I help you?"
Giving up trying to tear the thing free herself, she said, "Well, if you can find a way to untangle me from the stupid lock that would be great, I think one of the loops in my dress is wrapped around it."
He nodded, getting his groin right up against that luscious ass for a better look, which wasn't the smartest move since he could feel himself growing even harder. But on closer inspection she was right, and some of her long reddish hair was caught in there, too. And although he hated to hurt her, he took hold of her hair as well as the dress and gave it yank. And although she yelped, it didn't budge. It was really tangled, kind of wedge in behind the lock. "Sorry," he apologized. "I can't get it loose and it looks like you've put a hole in your dress, and some of your hair is caught in there, too."
Then Catherine felt the first fat drops of rain hitting her face and she rolled her eyes.
Un-freaking-believable
. Now all she needed was a plague of locusts and she'd be done. Frustrated, she said over her shoulder, "Why don't you see if there are any scissors in the drawers and just go ahead and cut it off."
His brows shot up. "You want me to cut your dress off?"
"Yes, and any hair that's caught if you have to; it's really starting to rain, and I'm getting soaked out here."
Okay, so this was one kinky fantasy he'd yet to act out, cutting a woman's clothes off. Rifling through the drawers in the bathroom vanity, he found a small pair of scissors. Approaching her again, he decided they'd have to do, promising, "I'll try to be gentle."
She grinned, wondering how many times she'd heard that line before. Blinking as the pelting rain ran into her eyes, she said, "Don't worry about saving the dress - just get it off me so I can get back inside."
