Page 7 of Ravished By Her

Kai grabbed Sterling’s chin and kissed her lips. “No. You’re still the hottest woman in this room.”

“I should probably be insulted, but I’m not,” I said. It was only natural that Kai would consider my sister hotter.

They kissed a few more times and I had to clear my throat to remind them that I was still here.

“I got the job,” I announced as they both turned to face me.

“Of course you fucking did!” Sterling said, throwing herself at me. I managed to catch her as she hugged me tightly. “I knew you would.”

“Congratulations, really,” Kai said. “That’s amazing.”

“The house is a complete shitshow and my first meeting with the seller didn’t go very well, but it’s a job and she’s paying very well.” I pulled up pictures on my phone and they laughed and made comments about all the interesting items in the house.

“Oh my god, can we have it?” Sterling said about a statue of a leopard that sat at the foot of the stairs.

“Do you really like it?” Kai asked.

“Hell yeah, honey. I love it,” Sterling said her eyes bright.

“Do you think we could have it?” Kai asked me.

“Oh, uh, I don’t know. I’d have to ask my client, but I can, if you truly want it.” The thing was ridiculous, but my sister often adored ridiculous things. The van was a prime example.

“It doesn’t really go with your aesthetic,” I said.

Sterling grinned at me. “Who cares? It’s a freaking leopard.”

I shook my head at her. Sometimes I didn’t understand my own twin.

“If we get him, he can guard the bookshelves,” Kai said.

“It’s definitely a she,” Sterling said, zooming in on the picture with the leopard in it.

“I’ll send you the picture,” I said, taking my phone back from her.

“How long do you think it’s going to take you to clear out the house?” Kai asked me. I flopped on the couch and stretched my legs out in front of me.

“At least a week, and that’s if I hustle.” Before I went over tomorrow, I had to go and pick up all the supplies I needed. My fingers were already itching to start dragging items out of the house and categorizing them.

“Is Lacey going to help you?” Sterling asked.

“I think so. It would be weird if she didn’t.” Lacey didn’t seem all that enthusiastic about the work, just having it be done, but even if all she did was tell me which items to toss and which to put in storage, that would be fine. I could do all the rest.

The before and after pictures were going to be incredible. I couldn’t wait to have them for my website. Along with a glowing testimonial from Lacey.

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“Good morning,” I said when I arrived at the house after my shopping trip. I’d gone as early as I could, but I still arrived at Lacey’s house later than I planned, but at least I had everything I needed. I’d dressed in a pink jumpsuit that was easy to wash and I had gloves and protective gear if needed. You never knew what could be lurking in a house just under the surface.

Lacey wore black bike shorts, a green tank, and an aggressively flowered button-up along with another backwards baseball cap.

“I brought coffee, just in case,” I said, grabbing the drink tray from the passenger seat. I’d gotten a regular cold brew and one with cream and two shots of caramel.

Lacey grunted and chose the regular drink, which was what I’d hoped she’d choose. “Thanks,” she said, wrapping her lips around the straw. I tried not to stare too much at her mouth.

Her wardrobe was telegraphing queerness, but I didn’t want to assume. Besides, it wasn’t professional to lust after your clients. And that was if I could see past her fashion choices.

“I also brought pastries, just in case,” I said, holding up the bag.

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