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“Your father calls you Dr. Janowicz?” Rachel asked with a chuckle.

“He does!” Ainsley answered, laughing. “I guess I can forgive him. When you have a daughter who grows up to be a surgeon, it makes sense to be a little proud. The ironic part is that it’s my mother who’s the other doctor in the family and he just calls her Sheila!”

“And what does your doctor mother call you?”

“Mostly ‘my single daughter.’” Ainsley said. “When she’s being formal, however, she upgrades me to ‘my unattached daughter,’ which I think she believes not only sounds fancier but also less sad.”

Rachel burst out laughing. Ainsley was hilarious! And so approachable and personable, too! She knew that on paper, she should hate Ainsley. Movie-star gorgeous, super tall, boobs, the kind of blonde hair that looked like it glowed and a surgeon! Ainsley was, in short, the type of woman mere mortal women like her were supposed to loathe!

But Rachel couldn’t loathe Ainsley. She already liked her too much.

Nor, apparently, could she stop never-before-seen footage from playing in her mind. The kind of footage normally reserved for men.

She blinked rapidly and decided it was time to get the tour on. At least doing her job should stop her mind from wandering.

“So,” she began, “shall I show you the property?”

“Please,” Ainsley said with another devastating smile.

With a gesture, Rachel indicated the entirety of the front room just a second before she started spewing the statistics of the home’s square footage and the year it was built. But as she talked, she was very much aware that her nipples were achingly hard.

Chapter 4

Christ almighty! Rachel was…distracting!

Ainsley’s heart was still thudding like it did when she had first laid eyes on the realtor. At that moment, when Rachel had turned the corner, coming from somewhere deeper in the house, Ainsley had almost muttered aloud, “Oh my god!”

Rachel was simply lovely! Beautiful girl-next-door features that were lightly freckled; large brown eyes and—wow!—that red hair!

The pantsuit Rachel had on was amazing also. Ainsley particularly enjoyed how the blazer was cinched in at the waist, highlighting Rachel’s figure. She also liked how the pants were capri length. This allowed an enticing amount of Rachel’s perfectly shaped calves to be visible. Just enough to make Ainsley desperate to see the rest of Rachel’s legs.

Fortunately, she had maintained control of her mouth and had not blurted out “Oh my god!” But it had been difficult. Especially when Ainsley noticed how Rachel seemed to be reacting to her.

Ainsley hadn’t wanted to get her hopes up at that moment but it had certainly seemed to her that Rachel was…

Smitten.

But Ainsley had chased that thought out of her head and instead settled on figuring that Rachel had just been surprised at suddenly turning the corner and seeing an Amazon standing in the house. It was a common reaction that Ainsley had gotten used to over the years. In flip-flops or other flats, she was a head turner. In high heels, however, she dominated a room, any room, and she had convinced herself that Rachel had just been reacting to that.

Too bad, though.

And so after their introductions, she had let Rachel begin the tour of this house she was considering buying while she concentrated on focusing her mind to the task at hand, which was determining if this was going to be her new home.

The house was perfect.

According to Rachel, it was just over 2500 square feet in size—which Ainsley liked. It wasn’t so big that she’d feel swallowed up in it, nor was it so small that she’d feel boxed in. Being a tall woman, she always enjoyed having space.

Three bedrooms, which for Ainsley meant she could convert one of the spares into a home gym and keep the other spare as a guest room. She knew she’d have fun decorating that. If she hadn’t gone into medicine, she would have been an interior designer.

Both the front room and the living room were spacious. If she bought the house, she would consider making the front room a kind of lounging room to do whatever in—all super comfy chairs and mod lamps with a shag area rug and plenty of houseplants. She’d even have a cushion on the awesome window seat.

The kitchen was amazing! Not only was it huge but those two skylights were flooding it with such beautiful natural light. Upon setting foot in this room, Ainsley immediately wanted to find an apron and start cooking. She even considered suggesting it—that she and Rachel go buy groceries and come back to cook a meal together. Maybe Greek. She wondered if Rachel liked Greek food and she let her mind daydream a bit, picturing herself and Rachel in this kitchen, ingredients like feta cheese, lamb, maybe even rabbit, a variety of herbs and some flatbread laid out on the island countertop. They’d have some music playing softly and a bottle of white wine open as they—

“Too bad we can’t cook a meal right now in here,” Rachel suddenly said, interrupting Ainsley’s daydream. “I absolutely adore this kitchen!”

No fucking way!

“I swear to god, I was just thinking the same thing!” Ainsley admitted.