Page 46 of Fierce-Matt

“It’s not a lot of space, but it works for me. Come in.”

She slipped her heels off her feet when she saw his shoes by the door.

Not only for that reason but her toes and heels were cramping. She was made to wear sneakers or flats.

She had plenty of them but wanted to look more professional showing this home to the wealthy first-time buyers.

Five houses together all in cookie cutter developments. They loved two of them and promised to get back to her by tomorrow at noon to put an offer on one of the houses.

She could use the moral pickup.

“This building is older, but it looks new in here.”

“I’ve lived here for three years. I had some work done before I moved in.”

“The kitchen,” she said. It was obviously new. He didn’t follow the trends, but it was high-end materials even as basic as they were.

“Yes. Go on, give me your professional opinion on it. Boring?”

It was as if he read her thoughts on the status of their dates to match his design. It was a bummer, but she was going to have to decide tonight.

There was no reason to put it off.

“It’s classic,” she said.

He laughed. “A polite way to say boring. This isn’t a permanent residence for me. It works for my lifestyle now, but I wanted it upgraded. I stayed with neutral classic but good quality natural materials.”

“Good for resale,” she said, laughing.

He pointed his finger at her. “There you go.”

“How big is it? The square footage?”

“A thousand square feet. Much smaller than what I grew up in.”

His parents’ house was massive to her. As a child it was like entering a mansion though she’d seen plenty of houses bigger since she started this career.

“Two bedrooms?” she asked.

“Are you scoping it out for a listing?” he asked. He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

“Sorry. I think that’s the first thing I trained my mind to think of to stay sharp. I had to learn so much on the fly.”

The last thing she wanted to do was appear inexperienced even though she was. She faked enough of it though.

At least the couple she was with today thought so and praised her for finding so many houses they’d loved.

It was easy to do when everything they wanted was cookie cutter and their budget was so high.

If everyone was this easy, she’d be smashing it.

But it reminded her she enjoyed what she did. If she could find a way for it to be sustainable, she wouldn’t change her career again.

“How did it go today?” he asked.

“Great. I had five showings. They loved two of them and want to make an offer once they decide. They are going to let me know in the morning. I hope. I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve been told that and then follow up a day later to find out they’ve changed their mind.”

“Part of why you hate sales, right?”