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Tyler muttered a curse and strode across the upstairs landing to the master bedroom where Melissa had disappeared into. Of course his realtor would rival some sort of goddess. Flowing long red hair. Luscious curves. Full pink lips that he wouldn’t mind devouring.
That sexy little suit she had on showed off her gorgeous body to its full advantage—supple breasts. Curvy hips. A shapely ass that he wouldn’t mind digging his fingers into as she rode him straight to ecstasy. As he claimed her as his.
And hell.
He’d just left the woman he’d met last night. Given her a quickie this morning before he sent her on her way.
She didn’t hold a candle to Melissa though.
And nights of meaningless sex were just that—meaningless. The woman he’d met at the bar last night had come home with him the second he’d asked. Fawned over him the entire night.
Melissa was a challenge he’d be eager to take. A beautiful woman he’d long to claim. If only she weren’t his realtor.
Her eyes met his as he sauntered into the empty master bedroom. She gestured toward the bathroom on the left. “Full bath, dual vanities—for all your one-night-stands, I suppose.”
He shook his head, amused, as she continued. “Large shower and whirlpool tub.”
“For all my threesomes?”
She paused, looking momentarily taken aback.
“I’m just kidding, beautiful,” he said in a low voice. “I love women, but I prefer one at a time.”
Regaining her composure, she crossed the room, her shapely legs in stilettos doing wicked things to his libido.
“There’s a great view,” she continued, pulling back the curtains. “A fenced-in backyard. Mature trees.”
He forced himself to lift his gaze from her ass. To look out the windows.
Hell.
He crossed his arms and looked around as she continued prattling off other features. Pretended to have an inkling of interest in the house. All thoughts of considering the purchase had temporarily gone out the window as soon as he’d seen her impatiently tapping her stiletto on the front porch.
Which was damn stupid.
He was ready to buy a house. The owners were moving back into his rental. He was ready for a place to call his own. And thinking with his dick wasn’t going to help him out of his housing situation, no matter how tempting Melissa may be. There were other women out there.
Other redheads, even.
But would they all have that smart mouth and knowing gleam in their eyes?
“Let’s continue,” she said, walking toward the bedroom door. “I’ve got additional showings this afternoon.”
“Are there other comparable homes on the market?” he asked, reluctantly following behind her.
Melissa nodded. “Absolutely. I expect this to move quickly though once the listing is live.”
“Understood. Let’s go see the rest of the house.”
They walked through the other rooms and descended the stairs back into the foyer. “This is the first house I’ve looked at.”
“It’s understandable that you’d want to see more. Unfortunately, I do have other clients this afternoon. I could pull some specs tonight and see what else might be to your liking.”
“Tomorrow?”
She nodded, her red hair swishing around her. “I could meet with you then. I’ll need a firmer idea of price range though so I can determine the possibilities. And as I already mentioned, preapproval from your lender.” She pulled her phone from her purse, scanning her calendar. “I’m meeting the photographer back here in the morning, but I have availability tomorrow afternoon.”
Tyler scrubbed his hand over his jaw.
The smart thing to do would be to find a new realtor. To focus on finding a house to purchase, not the beautiful feminine curves of Melissa.
There was a part of him that couldn’t resist her though. And hell if he didn’t like the idea of seeing her again so soon. “I’ll get everything to you this afternoon. And I do appreciate you meeting me here on such short notice. Jason knows my situation—I wasn’t expecting to have to move so soon. I had a short-term lease, but I was expecting to be able to stay for a year. That’s the military for you—people have to go where Uncle Sam says.”
Melissa bristled slightly, and he raised a brow. There was a story there, he was sure. The second he’d mentioned the military, her expression had instantly changed. Maybe she’d been burned in the past.
“I’ll be in touch,” she said, holding out her slender hand.
He took it in his grip, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin against his calloused fingertips a little too much. Would she be that soft and smooth all over? He loved how even in those come-fuck-me heels, she still only came up to his shoulder. He was dying to slowly peel off that suit, press her against the wall, and kiss her everywhere. Run his tongue over all her feminine curves, touch her swollen sex, driving her crazy, and sink into oblivion.
With her still wearing those stilettos.
Redheads were always wild in bed, and he didn’t doubt she would be either.
Not with that sassy mouth and those killer curves she seemed to enjoy flaunting.
Fucking her up against the wall wasn’t exactly about to happen though. Not now and not ever.
She crossed the room, gathering her things. “I’ll get the listing to you as well once it goes live. Unless of course you decide to put in an offer on this or something we see tomorrow. You can go on ahead,” she said, nodding toward the front door. “I just need to send an email to my photographer while I’m thinking of it.”
“I’ll wait,” he said in a low voice. “It’s not safe for a woman to be alone in an empty house like this.”
Melissa burst into laughter. “I didn’t take you for such a gentleman.”
“I’m not. Usually. But there’s a ‘Coming Soon’ sign outside. A beautiful woman inside.”
She tossed her red hair back over her shoulder. “I assure you that neither of us will be coming anytime soon.”
He chuckled, his deep laughter filling the empty house. She was a firecracker. He crossed his arms, leaning against the counter. “Now who’s the one with their mind in the gutter?”
“Just following your lead,” she said innocently. She pulled an iPad from her bag and began to type up a quick email.
He watched her working for a moment, something stirring in his gut. Tyler cleared his throat. “Not to frighten you, but there was an attempted abduction of a woman showing houses a few counties over. We got an alert about it on base. Fortunately, she was able to get away, but the police put out a BOLO.”
Melissa glanced up, her brows crinkling in confusion.
“Be on the lookout,” he clarified. “I happened to see it because my buddy is one of the military police on base.”
Melissa nodded, her focus back on the screen. She pressed a button to send her email. “Right, I did hear about that. I carry pepper spray with me. And usually I have a client’s driver’s license, etc. on file. This was kind of unusual agreeing to meet you like this.”
“There’s no guarantee as to who will show up at an open house though.”
“There’s not,” she agreed, slipping her iPad back into the bag and gathering her things. “So, send me your information, and we’ll talk.”
She walked back across the room toward the foyer, her stilettos clicking on the hardwood floor. He tried to ignore the slight sway of her hips. The way her skirt cling to her ass. For the briefest flash, Tyler had a vision of her walking toward him like that, in a home of their own.
Sauntering in after a full day of work.
Pulling him toward her for a searing kiss and evening of sin.
Which was ridiculous.
He didn’t seriously date, and he sure as hell never intended to live with a woman. Maybe in ten years or something when he was finally ready to settle down.
But at the moment?
Playing the field worked just fine for him. Bringing a woman home for the night and then never seeing her again.
And as for Melissa?
He had a feeling she’d be on his mind the rest of the day.
