Page 8 of Special Love: A BWWM Romance

I want to submit at least one offer.

I want ten solid contacts.

I want to scout prospects for Platinum Prestige.

I'm feeling better already. I head back to the bus to get the specs for the house. Minutes later, I'm inside.

“Our first home was built in 2003 and sits on ten acres of land coming in just under eight thousand square feet. This rustic beauty has five bedrooms, seven bathrooms, and a four-car garage. If you want to see my favorite feature, meet me in the family room.”

I hit my stride. My signature tour starts with the view. I am a significant competitor in this market, not because I sell the most homes, but because I sell high-end properties. Most of my clients sign exclusive contracts with me because I deliver.

There are thousands of homes on the market. But very few compare to the view of the Austin Hill Country. And nobody knows Austin like me.

I know the benefits of raising a family here. I know the value of buying property in this market, at this time. I know it because I was born and raised here. Hell, I’ll probably die here.

I love this city, and it shows in the number of families I place in their dream homes.

I wait in the living room, and I lose myself in the moment. The specs and details roll off my tongue, and I'm in my zone. Hunter and Jordan stand on either side of the patio doors. I nod and the doors open.

A gasp rings through the room. The bright blue sky and rolling green hills bring a smile to my face. I stroll around the pool that drops off into the horizon. I point out the features, answer questions, and then I stand back.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is just the beginning. Shall we?”

We walk every square inch of the house. It takes thirty minutes, and I leave them alone to explore. I visit my favorite nooks and crannies of the house while I wait.

I feel better, more in control of my response to Max.

"You're a brilliant woman."

I spin around and smile at the man heading in my direction. "I'm a fan of compliments, but what brought this on?"

Liam steps forward, “I’m assuming you intentionally sold the tickets in pairs.”

“You would be correct. It limits the decision time if both husband and wife are present.”

“And you started with the most expensive house first?”

“Very astute, Mr. Walsh. The others are great. But none of them compare to this.”

He laughs. “I have one final question.”

“And that is?”

“Is that a helicopter pad over there?”

I glance over my shoulder and nod. "Once again, you're correct. Should I start on the paperwork?"

“Yes ma’am, and don’t tell my wife. She about passed out when I bought another jet.”

I laugh, “I’ll see what I can do.”

He strolls off searching for Harper and I yelp. This is a six-million-dollar house. I dance in place, not caring that my feet are screaming for mercy from these heels.

“You really do know your stuff.”

I spin around, and time stops. "You doubted?"

Max chuckles, looking over me seductively, and I squeeze my thighs together. Fire races through my body, and I can't stop the flow of my thoughts.

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