Free Chrissel's Fire - Don't Waste My Fruit by Mark Edwards Page B

professional when the guy sitting in front of me has me trying how to figure out how to get my limbs all over him.  I don’t even know this guy-unless we have met before in some other life or some dream, but the voltage from his handshake has left disturbed molten lava inside of me anxious to surface.   I wish I could just steal him away and take him to my secret nest of love.   No!   I have to keep it professional, I sell properties and I am not a strumpet.”
     
    These were the thoughts that kept flowing through Chrissel’s mind as excused herself to the restroom while leaving the couple with a full colored brochure of fine properties for their perusal.
     
    Totally oblivious of what he has caused, Mr. Snowy gave her a stare through the corner of his eyes as she exited the room, while Mrs. Snowy immediately fell in love with the brown and white manor on Elk’s Street which she saw in the brochure.
     
    “Oh this house is so gorgeous honey; I believe we definitely need to take a look at it today.”
     
    “It is ok, but we can take a look at this cabin on Pear River Drive which is about 52 miles away,” replied Thames as he flipped through another page of the colorful brochure.
    “But dear, I don’t like bungalows  plus it is a long and lonely ride from the city, and remember I have a meeting with the Silk Modeling Agency in an hour – I just have to see who will be wearing my new clothing line,” Jilean replied as she held on to his arms.
     
    “OK we will look at the property on Elk’s Street and we will use another day to look at the property on Pear River Drive,” Thames replied in disappointment.
     
    “No you can visit Pear River Drive after we visit Elk’s Street but I won’t be able to make it,” she comforted.
     
    “But I wanted my wife to be there with me!”
     
    “Just take pictures and we’ll look through them when you get home.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
     
    “ I don’t believe this, on entering the room I am beginning to yearn for this man again.  Who the heck is he; does he have a clue what he is doing to me?  I hope I don’t have to shake those hands again – I know my body will detonate; at 8:15a.m it is getting really too hot and humid in here.”
     
    “So have you decided which properties you’ll look at today?” Chrissel enquired pleasantly as she re-entered the room.
     
    “We will go look on the property located at Elk’s Street now but I won’t be able to view the other property at Pear River Drive as I have a meeting in an hour.   My husband really wants to see that property at Pear River Drive, would you be kind enough to take him there?”
     
    “Oh well, sure Mrs. Snowy that would be not a problem, I am terribly sorry you could not come with us, but I am sure he will like it there as it so cool, calm and quiet over there and he gets a splendid view of the blue lake,” remarked Chrissel as they were getting ready to visit the property at Elk’s Street.
     
    “ Is this woman serious?   She just cannot be serious; this is too good to be true. Is she just going have me going to the quiet and calm Pear River Drive with her gorgeous husband?  Does she have a clue of the top ten things that go through my mind whenever I look on the lips of her husband?   To all the powers that be, please don’t let him shake my hand again – at least whenever his wife is around.   Does this woman know what she has?  I honestly believe that she is wasting this guy.  I’ll just hurry up and ensure that she gets to her pressing meeting on time.”
     
    These thoughts kept going through Chrissel’s mind as she transported them to the first location.  Mr Snowy sat in the back seat while his wife sat in the front with Chrissel; she kept glancing at Mr Snowy through the rear view mirror.  She realized that he noticed and seemed quite uncomfortable