“No!”
“Honestly! Greek food!”
“Oh my god, I love Greek!” Rachel enthused, making Ainsley’s breath catch.
“Can you imagine,” Ainsley said, running her hands over the island’s large countertop. “Everything laid out here right by the sink.”
“Yes,” Rachel said, coming to stand right beside her, Ainsley getting another nice whiff of her perfume. “This is the perfect spot for prepping ingredients!”
“Right. We can have the raw meats on this side of the sink…”
“Which I’ll let you handle because you’re the surgeon,” Rachel cut in.
“Nope, nope, nope,” Ainsley said, nudging the realtor playfully. “When I come home, the scalpel gets put away and so I will let you be the meat surgeon on this side while?
??” Ainsley moved over to the other side of the sink. “…I am chopping veggies and herbs on this side over here.”
“But which side gets to keep the bottle of wine?” Rachel asked, standing with her weight balanced on one leg and her arms crossed, looking at Ainsley with a cocked eyebrow, as if this was a dealbreaker decision.
Ainsley was officially turned on now.
“That’s a good point,” she said, tapping her chin with one finger. “We can’t be fighting over custody of the wine bottle.”
“Fighting ruins the fun of cooking,” Rachel agreed, nodding.
“So…how about this…?”
Keeping her eyes locked on the real estate agent, Ainsley stepped back over to Rachel’s side of the sink. She saw Rachel’s mouth fall open just a tiny bit when she stopped right in front of her.
“I think there is plenty of counter space on this side,” Ainsley said. “Which means we can both work side by side and keep the wine bottle right near us both.”
Rachel nodded and the doctor in Ainsley could see she was flushed.
“No surprise you’re a surgeon,” Rachel said softly. “You certainly have a lot of brains.”
Ainsley shrugged.
“Surgery involves a lot of problem-solving,” she told Rachel.
She saw Rachel swallow.
“Um…anyway,” Rachel began, “if you buy the house…um…invite me over to cook one night. In the meantime, I should probably show you the rest of the place.”
“Probably,” Ainsley said and then wanted to laugh when Rachel said the next stop was the bedroom.
Just what I was thinking…
***
“I have a confession,” Rachel said when they entered the master bedroom. “When you arrived earlier, I was in here checking my appearance for the umpteenth time in front of these.”
She gestured toward the mirrored closet doors. Ainsley decided that if she bought this place, those would have to go. As much as she appreciated the fact that the mirrors were large and would let her see her entire body as she did an appearance check before she left the house, she thought mirrored closet doors were tacky and were the kind of thing someone named Estelle would have in her bedroom in a retirement community in Miami.
But other than that, Ainsley loved this bedroom! The wood-plank flooring which she adored in the front part of the house extended in here and there was a bay window with yet another window seat. This room even had its own skylight! But it included a shade, in case a woman did not want to be woken up too early by the morning sun. But Ainsley could totally imagining opening that shade and then spending a lazy morning in bed basking in the natural light.
Or maybe a not so lazy day in bed, depending on if she was with somebody…
Rachel came to mind, which was ridiculous, Ainsley considered. Yes, Rachel was hot, but she didn’t even know if the realtor was gay; although contemplating the possibility that Rachel wasn’t gay and yet somehow still getting to have sex with her made Ainsley’s clit pulse now. First-time-lesbian was her favorite trope when reading lesbian romances. In fact, her absolute favorite lesfic writer in the world, Jillian Ashley, used that trope for her first novel, The Fordham Road Fling and Ainsley had already lost count of how many orgasms she had given herself because of that book. Especially the twenty-fifth chapter in it.