“Ocelot isn’t gay,” said Frankie.
“Say what now? Was he not just readingCosmowhen we walked in? And did you see that freshly pressed shirt?”
“I actually think it’s hot how well he takes care of himself. If more men were like Ocelot, the world would be a better place.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Even if he was gay - which I was quite certain he was - he still would have been an infinitely better husband than Joe.
“You know,” said Frankie as we waited for the elevator. “For a second I thought you had found your dream home. That you loved it. Or were in love with it, as Ocelot likes to say.” She laughed to herself.
I felt like I was missing the joke. “Nope. I need that giant double shower. Non-negotiable.”
“Any other notes about Ocelot’s place?”
“Well…I always thought I wanted white walls. But now I’m not so sure. It was elegant, yes, but also a little clinical. How about a little color?”
“Black walls?”
“Whoa, no. Aren’t black walls supposed to make everything look smaller?”
Frankie looked at me like I was crazy. “Not in my experience. But I understand. Black walls can be an acquired taste.”
“How about like…light walls with lots of splashes of color?”
“Let’s see what’s available.” Frankie scrolled through her phone and then let out an excited squeal. “On a scale of one to ten, how excited are you to meet your future home?”
“Ten?”
“Good answer. Because I just found exactly what you’re looking for. You, Raven, are in for a real treat.”
The next place was a few floors down. I had to blink when I walked in. My brain knew I was in an NYC skyscraper, but my senses told me I was in a Spanish villa. The terra cotta floors, the rustic wood, the colorful accent tiles… It was incredible. It even smelled like freshly baked churros. I would know, because I spent a semester in Barcelona. Just kidding. I never did that. But my 10th-grade Spanish teacher brought us churros one time, so that was basically the same thing. Either way, the smell was intoxicating.
“What do you think?” asked Frankie.
“I think I’m in heaven. I’ve always wanted to go to Spain.”
“So this is the one?” She sounded so excited.
“It just might be. How tall are these ceilings?!” They were so high that they made Ocelot’s place seem cramped in comparison.
“At least 12 feet. And look at how perfectly smooth these floors are.”
I looked down. The tile floors were nice and all. But that didn’t really feel like a big selling point.And why does she keep talking about smooth floors?I really needed to study my real estate lingo. “Where’s the kitchen? Actually, scratch that. I wanna see the master bath.”
“Good choice. I think you’re going to beveryimpressed.”
I followed her up the spiral staircase. If the amazing detail on the wrought iron railing was any indication, then Frankie was absolutely correct.I really hope they take my Monopoly money.
The bathroom wasn’t exactly what I’d imagined. I’d always pictured something very modern. But this was even better.
“O.M.G. This shower is huge! No, that’s an understatement. It’s ginormous.”
“Double nozzles, just like you wanted. So you can get it from both sides at once.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me.
Naughty Frankie!Speaking of naughty…for an evening facilitated by a sex club, things had been extremely tame. Were they trying to get me comfortable with a tame first date so that I’d walk straight into a gangbang on my next date? If so, then it was totally working.Well played, Society. Well played.
“Have you ever tried a double shower before?” asked Frankie. “Or is it just a lifelong fantasy of yours?”
“Lifelong fantasy.” I ran my hand along the columns on each side of the shower.God, this is amazing.“Actually, that’s not accurate. I don’t think I even realized it was a thing until high school. But ever since I realized it was an option, I’ve been obsessed.”
