Hot Property. Cheryl Ntumy S.
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Название: Hot Property
Автор: Cheryl Ntumy S.
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
isbn: 9780795703928
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She couldn’t gauge his mood, so she stepped forward, hand outstretched, following Esme’s golden rule: When in doubt, play the secretary. “Mr Motsumi. Pleasure to meet you. I’m Keabetswe Rantao.”
He shook her hand, his grip firm but not too tight. “Oagile, please.” His voice was soft, but with a ring of authority.
“Oagile, then.” Keabetswe turned towards the house. “I hope you found the place easily enough.”
“I did, thank you. Shall we?” He was being rather formal. Keabetswe adjusted her approach to accommodate him.
“This way, please.” She led the way up the driveway. “As I explained over the phone, the tenants are still moving out, so please excuse the mess.”
“Not a problem.” He waited a respectful distance behind her as she unlocked the door.
For a moment she was sure she could feel his eyes on her, but when she turned, he appeared to be staring at the door. He gestured for her to enter first, and as she stepped into the house, she frowned to herself. She didn’t know what to make of him, but he had piqued her curiosity.
He remained silent as she gave him the tour, only offering the occasional murmur or nod to indicate that he was listening. Keabetswe wasn’t used to such quiet clients; they were supposed to ask questions, make comments and give her some idea of what they thought.
They stood in the master bedroom, Oagile’s eyes tracing a path across the ceiling. Keabetswe’s eyes narrowed as she realised what he was doing. He was studying the structure, trying to get a feel of the architecture. His practised eye took everything in.
The silence became unbearable. Keabetswe cleared her throat. “What do you think?” she asked finally.
He was quiet for a moment. Then his gaze dropped to her face. “Can I ask a question first?”
“By all means,” she replied in relief.
“What is your opinion?”
She blinked. “I’m sorry?”
He waved one hand at the half-empty room. “The house. What do you think of it? Please be honest. Take this room, for instance. The shape of it, the texture of the walls, the size of the windows.”
Keabetswe swallowed hard. She had never been asked for her opinion before – it wasn’t supposed to matter. In any case, Esme would want her to extol the virtues of every house she displayed. That was her job. But something in Oagile’s manner put her at ease, and she knew she could tell the truth.
“Well, the shape is unusual, for a bedroom,” she admitted. “The rough walls aren’t my cup of tea – I’d be afraid of hurting myself on them. And those windows are terrifying, not to mention a nightmare when it comes to curtains. Imagine falling out of them onto the rocks, then toppling into the water? It’s like a perfect plot for a murder mystery.”
She turned to him, biting her lower lip. Had she said too much?
To her surprise, his lips curled into a slow smile, then spread into a grin, revealing straight teeth with a slight gap. It was the most disarming and infectious smile she had ever seen. Her own lips curled in response.
“I had a feeling you’d say that,” he said.
She laughed. “Well, my opinion doesn’t matter. This is still a very nice house.”
“Maybe. But not to me.”
Keabetswe nodded. “Of course.” She led the way downstairs. “I have some other properties in the area, if you’d like to see them.”
“Perhaps we should steer clear of beachfront properties,” he suggested. “I get seasick.”
She glanced back at him and saw a twinkle in his eye. She smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind. Maybe something more suburban?”
“Suburban sounds ideal.” He had a lovely way of speaking, she noticed. He was articulate, smooth and confident.
With each passing moment, he became more and more attractive. He wasn’t your typical eye candy, and somehow that only made him more appealing. As they walked through the house to the front door, he pointed out various little details to her and she gave him her honest opinion on all of them. For some reason, everything she said seemed to amuse him.
“Are you making fun of me, Oagile?” she asked as they stepped into the sunlight.
“Why would you think that?”
“Well, you’re an expert on this sort of thing,” she pointed out. “Maybe my opinions seem ignorant to you.”
“Oh no,” he assured her. “Your opinions are fascinating.” He gave her one of his radiant smiles again. “How soon can you arrange for me to see another house?”
“Tomorrow,” she beamed, still dazed by his sudden friendliness. “Is that all right?”
“Perfect.” He didn’t say goodbye. He climbed into his car, offered her one last smile and drove off.
Keabetswe stood rooted to the spot for a long moment. Wow, she thought. She couldn’t get beyond that one word – she was still struggling to make sense of the huge impression Oagile had made on her. She felt a little like a loyal fan who had just met her idol.
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