Free Contingency Plan by Fiona Davenport Page A

but I wasn’t really listening—I already knew this was the house we were going to live in, but I kept that little fact to myself for the time being. I did, however, take every opportunity to touch her, little brushes here and there, touching her hand to gain her attention, anything subtle. I was insanely jealous of the purple wrap dress she was wearing, wishing I were in its place.
    When the tour ended and we were back in the kitchen, I could see she was rattled. Her cheeks flushed and she avoided meeting my gaze. The little devil inside me planning her downfall right into my arms grinned.
    However, I was running out of time with her and as much as I wanted to bang her over the head and drag her back to my cave, I knew that wasn’t the smartest play. I needed another option, I needed—“I’m not quite sure this is the right house, do you have any similar properties you could show me?” High five to the little devil.
    Elisa’s face didn’t hide her thoughts and I saw the surprise flit across it. Maddie must have told her I was pretty set on this property. Then her eyes crinkled at the corners, pleasure peeking out. She wanted to see more of me too. Perfect, because I wasn’t going to wait long to make her mine.
    ***
    O ver the next few weeks, Elisa showed me several properties. At each one, I found something that wasn’t quite right, which meant another appointment. I’d even managed to sneak in a lunch with her twice. She was genuine, honest, and open; things that were rare in the women I usually met. Except when I discreetly tried to learn about her relationship status. I was pretty sure she was single, though.
    I graduated from small touches to placing my hand on her lower back as I guided her through the restaurant, kissing her cheek when we parted, and toying with her incredible hair whenever possible. It was thick and perfect for wrapping around my fist, pulling it back while I fucked her from behind. Images like that had me constantly adjusting myself when we were together.
    One Thursday evening, I was in the midst of one of my fantasies, involving handcuffs and all manner of treats to lick off her body, when we were disturbed by the shrill ring of her cell phone. We’d just finished touring a home, so I encouraged her to take the call. I shamelessly eavesdropped and a plan began to formulate. There went that little devil again, his crafty grin spreading wide, knowing this was the opportunity I’d been looking for.

Chapter 2
Elisa
    I knew I shouldn’t have taken my sister’s call while I was with a client, but time was tight for the favor I’d asked her for and we’d been playing phone tag for a couple days. Plus, it was Brysen. Between touring houses and business lunches, I’d come to think of him as more than just another person who might buy a house through me. I wasn’t sure how he’d managed it since I never mixed business and pleasure, but I’d reached the point where I allowed him more liberties than I let some other guys have on a first date. When he led me into a room with his hand on the small of my back, I tried to rationalize it as him being polite. Then he’d moved on to giving me a kiss on the cheek as a goodbye and I told myself he was being a gentleman. But when he started to toy with my hair on occasion? I hadn’t been able to come up with an excuse for that one yet, but I didn’t ask him to stop.
    I’d lowered my guard with him and now I found myself in the mortifying position of begging my little sister to save me while he listened in. “You know I’d never ask you to skip class unless it was incredibly important, Charlotte. Please, please, please, tell me you’ll come with me this weekend.”
    “And you know I’d drop almost anything to help you out, but the timing sucks hairy balls. I have a paper worth a quarter of my grade due on Tuesday in my Econ class. Skipping a couple days of class wouldn’t be a huge deal because I could tell my professors it’s a family