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It started out just like any other day. And then, with one glance, it wasn’t.As I did once every month, I got up early, got my daughter off to school, and headed out to a meeting they call “Coffee with the Mayor”. It is just like it sounds, suburban and banal. But as a Real Estate Agent, it’s nice to know what’s going on in the town where you are working. But it’s also a little odd when you are the only person under sixty in a room full of retirees with complaints about street lights and garbage cans.The meeting was the same as always. Heads of departments giving their little updates, complaints and questions from the audience. My mind drifted a little and I glanced down at my watch. Almost over thankfully. When I looked back up however, I found that the town manager was looking my way. No big deal I thought. Being the only person under sixty in a room will do that. But he seemed to hold that look just a few seconds longer than polite. I was wearing some leggings and a cardigan. Pretty sure being ogled was not even an option! Perhaps he was bored, and his mind liked to wander off too.Once the meeting was finally adjourned, I picked up my jacket and got ready to make my escape. Before I could do so, one of the department heads I had met at a function walked over to say hello. I never saw him coming, but suddenly the town manager was at my elbow. He leaned in just a little, with his hand on my arm and jokingly remarked, “Don’t believe anything this guy tells you”. Then he casually sauntered away. Hmm.I’m no stranger to a little male attention. Long auburn hair, big green eyes, and a curvy figure from age thirteen tend to do that. The hours I’ve spent in the gym trying to stave off middle age don’t hurt either I’m sure. It was a nice harmless ego boost, although I suspected it was mostly just my imagination and a little awkward friendliness.A week went by and life went on. Random Ümraniye Escort client meetings. Laundry. Mediocre sex with my husband. The usual. I’m thankful for my life, but it’s not terribly exciting. My husband is a good enough guy, but one who likes to stay in, watch car shows on TV, and lacks a certain assertiveness. Watching a dirty-ish movie is as far as he goes. My younger years were filled with plenty of bad boys- the ones with charm, wit, and arrogance. Maybe you can’t make a life with that, but it was certainly a fun way to spend some time.While scrolling through my email I noticed that there was one from the town manager. Having no idea why he would contact me, I opened it immediately. Apparently, he was interested in perhaps putting his home on the market, and thought that maybe I could assist. How did he even know my name? Oh yes…at the meeting the audience members each say their name. But he remembered? And how did he know I was a Realtor? Perhaps I had mentioned that on some other day when I had complained about something? Who knows. But business opportunities are something that I never turn down, and this guy must have a ton of connections that could be potential clients. So what else to do but set up an appointment?Friday came, and at the appointed time I grabbed my work bag. Contracts, camera, computer. Always be prepared. I also made sure to look my best. Green silk blouse, black pencil skirt, peep-toe heels with ankle straps (easier to keep on when traipsing through houses). Nails and lips a complementary shade of deep red. Just for good measure black lace demi bra and panties. Always helps to feel your best to do your best right?I drove over to the property and was impressed. Not a huge home, but well kept and stylish. Understated. It appeared to suit him. Jack answered the door promptly. It was weird to see him without Ümraniye Escort Bayan his usual suit. Casual pants, a button down shirt. Socks on his feet.“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I’m thinking that I may want to put this house on the market and move to one closer to the water. I would also like a little bit more privacy, as my neighbors are just way too close.”“Not a problem,” I said. “I was very flattered that you contacted me, and I am looking forward to servicing you”. The minute the phrase came out of my mouth I regretted it. Freudian slip for sure. He looked a little taken aback for a minute, then without skipping a beat he replied, “When would you like to start?” Umm….what? He followed with, “Do we need to look at market reports you brought first, or contracts, or did you want to walk through and see the house?Okay, so he didn’t mean what I thought he did. What the hell was going on with me? Was my ego just looking for a little stroking today?I received the guided house tour, and then we landed back in the kitchen. “So, what do you think? Do I need to make any changes, fix anything, hire a decorator…?” he asked jokingly.“No, it’s a lovely house. I think that if you decide to move forward you’ll do well. You have good taste and I can’t imagine it won’t sell quickly.”“Well, with you in charge I can’t imagine it wouldn’t be fast.”I caught a little glimmer in his eye when he said that. He’s playing with me! “I’ll need to go back to the office to put together the proposal on price and marketing, but if you’d like, I’d be happy to show you the reports I brought and we can talk about the process.”“I have plenty of time. I’m playing hooky from work today,” Jack said. “I think I’m going to grab a drink first. Can I get you something? I have a great bottle of wine in the fridge.”“You know what? I’ll take you up on that offer.” Escort Ümraniye It’s Friday. Drinking midday and innocent flirting are allowed, right?He brought out two glasses and opened the wine. It was fantastic, and I drank it a little too quickly while we chatted about the weather and curtain choices, and great neighborhoods to look at.“Goes down easy, doesn’t it? Can I pour you another glass?” Jack asked.“You were right, it is a great bottle of wine and I don’t want to deprive you of it. So I’ll pass. But thank you for offering,” I replied.I raised my glass to my lips for one last sip just as he leaned forward with the bottle. He just caught the rim to fill it, but managed to splash a small amount right onto to my blouse and into my cleavage. I jumped a little; it was cold. But the amused grin on his face made me feel a little warmer. He grabbed a towel and handed it to me, while apologizing profusely.I delicately held the towel against my shirt and into my cleavage. His eyes followed the towel, and his pupils dilated slightly.“Well, now you’ve got me just a little wet.” That wiped off the amused grin. He glanced away and apologized again. Now I was the one doing the grinning. “It’s fine. That’s the joy of white wine, no stains.” Okay. I let him off the hook, although I know that the double entendre was now ringing in his head.“I left my bag right inside the family room. Shall we move into there or would you like to keep the meeting in the kitchen to prevent more spills?” I said jokingly.He laughed and followed me to the family room. I bent over to grab the bag sitting on the floor and tripped just a little on the carpet. I squealed as my ankle twisted. Jack quickly grabbed my hips to prevent me from falling over. There’s a sight-me fully bent over with my potential client standing behind me holding me by the hips. Good thing he lived alone, and had drawn blinds, because it didn’t look innocent I’m sure. And in that next moment, I knew it wasn’t innocent. Jack took a step forward and pressed his body into mine. I could feel just how hard he was, and how vulnerable I was. An audible little sigh escaped from my lips.I stood upright slowly, and as I did so Jack remained against me.

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