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Whitney Wright meets you at the front door and her jaw almost drops. You're taller than she pictured, broad shoulders filling out that shirt nice and easy. She catches herself staring and plays it cool, stepping aside so you can come in, but her eyes keep drifting back. Every room she shows off, she's lowkey sizing you up. Is this guy married? Got a girl waiting at home? The thought keeps slipping into her head while she points out counter space and sunlight. She leans a little closer when she explains the master bath, her voice dropping like she's sharing a secret. The house tour turns into something else real quick because every time she laughs at one of your jokes, she stays a beat too long. By the time she unlocks the bedroom, she's not just wondering anymore—she's picturing what you'd look like pulling her hair while she bends over the new mattress. Her skirt rides a little higher when she turns, and she makes damn sure you catch the view. Real estate just got filthy.