Always Fraser by A. Steel (electronic reader .txt) 📕

hair, pouty lips that have been injected with something, and a hot body; she obviously works out. She's also got a great set of fake tits, that are always on display. That's just it, you can tell she's fake all over, not just on the outside. She makes her way through life by getting what she wants in whatever way she can, not my type at all. I go along with the flirting because she's good at her job. She is ruthless at getting the best price every time.

On the car ride over, I filled Elly in with what to expect. She didn’t seem worried. We walk up the concrete driveway over to Shea and she gives Elly a look up and down. She holds out her hand for Elly to shake. “You must be the stylist,” she says in a condescending manner. This is going to go to shit, I can feel it already.

“Elena. You must be Shea, our wonderful real estate agent. Fraser has told me what an amazing job you do for them every time. It's so nice to meet you,” she says with a fake smile.

“You too, Elena.” She holds her hand out for me. “And Fraser, it’s always a pleasure,” she purrs.

“Shea.” I open the door to the first townhouse, and we all walk in. The room smells like fresh paint. I love this smell; something about it feels like success to me, I guess because it's the final stage of the project completed. “The painters have only just been this week, so Elena‘s furniture won't arrive until Friday for the photos. If we can slot the photographer in for early next week that would be best.”

Shea makes a note in her iPad, “Of course, I will talk to him and work it all out for you.”

We walk through each room, both girls taking notes as we go. This is all going to be fine. Blake was worried for nothing.

“Wow, the main bathrooms are beautiful. Nice touch with the big baths. You could fit two adults in here, Fraser,” Shea says, running her hands along the edge of the bath.

“That was the idea.”

“What do you say we take this beautiful big bath for a test run before we sell? You know, just to make sure everything is up to company standards,” Shea purrs seductively.

Elly's just outside the bathroom, but she would have been in earshot. I turn to see her reaction and she offers me another very fake smile.

“That won't be necessary, Shea. Fraser and I have already test-run the bath and the waterfall shower. Everything is working perfectly.” Elly winks at me and smiles sweetly. Joining us in the bathroom, she’s not going to play nice at all. That's my girl.

“Oh, nice try, Elena, I doubt Fraser would be interested in someone like you. He’s a man of fine taste and needs a woman that can keep up with him. Isn’t that right, Fraser?” Shea's eyes are on me and she runs her hand up my arm as if trying to persuade me over to her side. This isn’t going to end well. I need to direct the conversion back to business.

“Oh, so somehow an expensive plastic surgeon equals fine taste, does it!” Elly argues.

“Okay, ladies, let's keep looking through the house, keep this professional, shall we,” I interrupt the cat fight, walking out into the hall trying to continue the tour without an all-out war erupting.

“Good idea, Fraser, we better get out of here quickly before the stench of desperation sets in and no one wants to buy the place.” Looks like Elly's got her nails out and is ready to fight for what's hers. It's kind of cute if it wasn't going to cause drama with the business. I need to defuse this quickly.

“Fraser, you need to control your new stylist or she's not going to last long in this industry,” Shea barks, storming past the two of us.

“Oh, honey, no one controls me! If you're worried about anyone’s name in this town it should be yours. You have quite the reputation for ‘getting what you want,’” she calls back, showing the air quotes.

By the look on Shea’s face, I can see Elly’s hit a nerve and I need to shut this down. “Elly,” I say with a raised brow.

“Oh, fine. I think I have all I need here anyway. I’ll wait for you out the front, Fraser.” She struts out of the house swaying her arse for my benefit and looking fucking incredible. There's nothing sexier than women that won't put up with any shit, especially from a bitch like Shea.

“Are you really sleeping with that slut, Fraser?” Shea asks.

“That's none of your business, Shea. Elly is going to be working with us from now on as our stylist so you two are going to have to get along. You will not disrespect her, is that clear?"

"As long as she watches her mouth around me."

"Let's just agree to be professional and all get along so we can work together."

Elena

I wait out the front of the townhouses leaning up against Fraser's car. Flicking furiously through my phone to try to take my mind off what just happened. After what the boys told me she was like, I promised myself I wouldn't let her get to me. My heart is still thumping in my chest. I hate confrontation, but I’m not putting up with that shit. If Fraser won't put her in her place, I will.

I’d love to just leave, but Fraser’s my lift back to my car at the office, so I’m stuck here waiting for him to return. I know Blake had warned me about her, but she’s awful. Even if she gets them more money, it couldn’t be worth having to deal with her, could it?

The two of them return through the front door and he shakes her hand. She looks over to me and I smile sweetly and wave. Like I’m her best friend. Oh honey, you don’t intimidate me