Closing the Deal with the Realtor

Natasha slid an inch further down into the hot tub. The hot water frothed up to just below her chin. A contented sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes and relaxed in the steaming water. She was 25 years old and had just received the keys to her first house. The management company had decorated the house for Christmas and had agreed to leave the decorations up until the new year. Natasha thought it was funny to have a house entirely decorated with lights and wreaths but no furniture. No matter, her goal had been to be in her home by Christmas, and she had made it with one day to spare.

Now all Natasha wanted was her cute realtor to be with there her for Christmas. Maybe, if she was lucky, she'd get a Christmas miracle