5PM by Chris Heinicke

to do it. I really think you could ask two-point-eight mill for this place, maybe two-point-nine.”
    “A girl could do a lot with that money, don’t you think? A girl could buy a little pink convertible and travel the country, stopping when she wanted and where she wanted. When she got sick of it, she could sell it and start travelling to every country around the globe.”
    “Yes, she could.”
    “But you know what? I need to have an afternoon in this place that will leave me with another set of memories.” Then one by one, she pushes the straps of her dress off her shoulders, allowing it to fall on the deck. I never realised she had such voluptuous breasts under her dress, but now they sat high and supported by a red lacy bra barely covering her nipples.
    “Lauren, you are a very beautiful woman, but this isn’t appropriate for many reasons.”
    She takes a couple more steps and her generous bust is almost touching my own chest. “Who cares about appropriate. I’m your client, and you owe me the services I require to sell this place. But it comes with a condition where you need to do what I say.”
    “I’m a married man.”
    “That hasn’t stopped you before, has it?” She looks at my eyes with such intensity, I feel like she can read my mind. “You don’t need to answer that.”
    How stupid am I? I’ve seen parts of this house before, not in real life, but in that dreadful 3DDreamChat program. These past couple of days, I was barking up the wrong tree, thinking BluesGirl88 was Emily, but instead, she’s the freaking so-called grieving widow. Even the 88 part of her name now makes sense, given that she’s twenty-six years old.
    “Your body is telling you to take me and make me yours for the afternoon. I can see that bulge in your pants.”
    I wish she were wrong, but after Talissa doing what she did to me before work, it wouldn’t take much for me to lose control. “Why me? You could take any man home and do wicked things to him for however long you wanted.”
    “You’re a man bursting with sexual confidence. I picked your branch to sell this house because I wanted YOU to sell it... after you sell yourself to me in the bedroom. I won’t tell your wife about this or your boss, or even your friend, Roger.”
    “How do you know Roger?”
    “The idiot tried to pick me up in the bar a couple weeks ago where you and he were having drinks after work. He might think he has a way with words, but he knows nothing about the modern woman.”
    I don’t remember seeing her face before, but then I see a lot of faces in the bar we like to visit every Friday afternoon. I tell a lie. “If you were at the same bar as me, I would surely remember your face.”
    “From where I was sitting, you wouldn’t. I observe people, and when I do, I make sure they can’t see me. I saw the way you carry yourself, and the sound of your voice made me so hot that night. I wanted to say hi to you, but Roger was always by your side, and I couldn’t have him see us talk. So once you left the bar, I went and sat near him and glanced in his direction from time to time. A few drinks later, he almost pounced on me. Men are so predictable when they drink; they need a few under their belt before they chat to a beautiful woman.”
    “So you obviously turned him down.”
    “You’re not paying attention. I spoke to him. I had him talking about what he did for a living and where he worked. I went home that night and couldn’t believe my luck. I used him to make an appointment with you, the poor unknowing bastard.”
    This is the strangest story. What is going on?
    She continues. “I have to sell this place anyway, so why not use you for sex and you use me to get exclusive rights to sell this high priced property?” She grabs my tie and undoes it.
    I can’t cheat on Talissa again, but this woman has me so horny right now, even if she lets me say no to the sex and allows me to remain her agent, I don’t know if I want to turn this