"I'm sure Angel and Diablo are still willing to entertain an offer if you think that's the apartment for you.”
“Are you sure about that?”Did they actually want me?The thought was actually a little…exhilarating. What would two beautiful men like that want with a weirdo like me? Was it my fancy wig?
“Yeah, I’m sure. You saw how hard they were, right?”
“How could Inothave seen?” They’d been hard. Really, really hard.
Frankie laughed. “Good point. So what’s the verdict? Are we moving on to the next place? Or do you want to sign a lease with Angel and Diablo?”
“If I do go back in…what would happen? Could I ask them to do whatever I wanted?”What am I saying?I’d officially lost my mind.
“Of course you could,” said Frankie. “Although I should warn you…Angel and Diablo do have a bit of a reputation. If you walk back in there, you better be prepared to get double-teamed.”
Holy shit.I pressed my legs together. A devil’s threesome had always been a fantasy of mine, but only in theory. I never thought it was actually a thing that could happen. “Can I look at the listing again before I decide?”
“Sure.” Frankie clicked a few buttons and handed me her phone.
A picture of the foyer was front and center. The Spanish architecture really was beautiful, but that wasn’t what I’d been curious about. I scrolled down until I got to a picture of the listing agents. They were even more beautiful than I remembered. On the left was Angel with his pouty lips and longish hair that swept in front of his captivating pale gray eyes. And on the right was Diablo. I’d been so distracted by his uh…jawline that I hadn’t noticed it in the bathroom, but he had a cross tattooed under his left eye.
“Does Diablo really have a face tat?” I asked.
“He does,” said Frankie. “It’s so hot, isn’t it?”
On anyone else it would have looked trashy, but the rest of his look was so polished that it somehow worked. His tan skin and chiseled jawline didn’t hurt.Am I seriously considering this?!My brain told me to run home. But the rest of me wanted to run back into that apartment and make all of my wildest fantasies come true. I mean itwasa threesome. With two super hot guys. That sounded kind of amazing.
No.I couldn’t. I didn’t even know them. But that could be fixed…
“So what do you know about Angel and Diablo?” I asked.
“Not much. They’re brothers, and they do everything together. Including fucking. Most people say Angel is the nice one, but I’m not so sure. I knew a girl who spent a night with them, and she said that they’re equally devilish between the sheets. She also said it was the best sex of her life.”
Chastity would never forgive me for passing up this opportunity. It went directly against Single Girl Rule #8 about 8 inches and 8 abs. And I was curious... I bit my lip as I stared down at the picture of them. What was I even thinking? I couldn’t do this. Frankie’s story about her friend reminded me of one very important fact: these guys probably had a million diseases.
And even if they didn’t, I was way too awkward of a person for a threesome. I'd probably end up trying to make their penises talk to each other like sock puppets and totally kill the mood.
I shook my head. I needed to put a stop to this before I did something insane. Like actually have a threesome with two strangers. This was what happened when you let a sexual deviant out of her hermit cave. I needed to be locked up for good. "I think I'm done for the night."
"Oh come on!" said Frankie. "I still think I can find you the perfect home. I take it you don't want a double shower after all?"
"Single would be preferable."
"What about the size of that shower? Too big?"
No way.I needed that in my life. “Not necessarily. But a bit smaller would be acceptable.”
"Good. Because those are just about the biggest showers we’ve got. Smooth floors?"
"Uh, I’d like the upstairs to be carpeted. Downstairs can be either. Not like a shag carpet though."Hopefully that's the right lingo. Wait...why am I answering these questions?I didn't wanther to find me some random dude to bang. The only random dude I wanted was my stalker. Which gave me a wonderful idea. "Actually, can you find me a place where the upstairs has a long carpet? Preferably brown. And crazy colored walls. No, not walls." Crazy-colored walls would have meant the realtor was some neon-skinned sex alien. "White walls. But crazy colored art."No, that's tattoos."Not permanent art though. Removable art."
Frankie smiled. “I’ve got just the place.”
I had no idea if anything I’d just said made sense. So I held my breath as we entered the next apartment. Was it going to be my stalker? Nope. No such luck. Instead it was some long-haired bro in bright orange workout shorts doing squats with skinny girls in slutty workout gear.
"This place is only available for rent," said Frankie. "And you'd be sharing it with some roommates."
"Gross." I quickly backed out of the apartment before anyone noticed me. Apparently my stalker wasn't an option. Because of course he wasn't. What were the odds that my stalker would have been part of the Society? "I really do need to get going," I said. "I'm starting a new job tomorrow so I shouldn't stay out too late."
Frankie frowned. "But we've only tried a few. The average homebuyer visits 8 to 10 apartments before they find the one. Not to mention that I'm the best realtor in town. What are you going to do…use an app? Every place I show you has been thoroughly vetted. You think Zillow cares about the accuracy of their listings?"
