Hot Property. Cheryl Ntumy S.

feeling you’d say that,” he said.

      She laughed. “Well, my opinion doesn’t matter. This is still a very nice house.”

      “Maybe. But not to me.”

      Keabetswe nodded. “Of course.” She led the way downstairs. “I have some other properties in the area, if you’d like to see them.”

      “Perhaps we should steer clear of beachfront properties,” he suggested. “I get seasick.”

      She glanced back at him and saw a twinkle in his eye. She smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind. Maybe something more suburban?”

      “Suburban sounds ideal.” He had a lovely way of speaking, she noticed. He was articulate, smooth and confident.

      With each passing moment, he became more and more attractive. He wasn’t your typical eye candy, and somehow that only made him more appealing. As they walked through the house to the front door, he pointed out various little details to her and she gave him her honest opinion on all of them. For some reason, everything she said seemed to amuse him.

      “Are you making fun of me, Oagile?” she asked as they stepped into the sunlight.

      “Why would you think that?”

      “Well, you’re an expert on this sort of thing,” she pointed out. “Maybe my opinions seem ignorant to you.”

      “Oh no,” he assured her. “Your opinions are fascinating.” He gave her one of his radiant smiles again. “How soon can you arrange for me to see another house?”

      “Tomorrow,” she beamed, still dazed by his sudden friendliness. “Is that all right?”

      “Perfect.” He didn’t say goodbye. He climbed into his car, offered her one last smile and drove off.

      Keabetswe stood rooted to the spot for a long moment. Wow, she thought. She couldn’t get beyond that one word – she was still struggling to make sense of the huge impression Oagile had made on her. She felt a little like a loyal fan who had just met her idol.