ride. I tried not to think about how the vibration of the engine mixed with being so close to Peter may have been the cause. Taking my hand, Peter led me to the elevators. Once inside, I watched as the passing floors began to light up on the display. We finally stopped at the twenty-ninth floor.
As I followed behind him, I took in the decor. The hall was decorated with beige and tan walls and the carpeting had a swirl design of various shades of browns, tans and oranges. Peter stopped in front of a door that held the number 2912 in gold plating.
When I stepped inside, it was nothing like what I had expected. The floor transitioned from tile to wood. As I looked to my left, there was a good-sized kitchen area that had light-colored cabinets, granite counter tops and a small breakfast bar. As we walked further in, we entered what I presumed was the living area. It was also a good size. It was decorated in gray and white. There was a small dining set that sat six, which opened up to the living area which was furnished with a cream-colored couch and two gray matching armchairs. One wall featured floor to ceiling windows, which showed a magnificent view of Manhattan across the Hudson River.
As I continued to take in my surroundings, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you live here?"
I could feel Peter coming up behind me. His breath was warm on my head as he said, "Yes, Lilly, this is where I live. You seem a little surprised."
"I am actually. This is not what I was expecting. I guess a lot has changed in two years." Last time I was at Pete's place, he lived in a one-bedroom apartment with barely enough room to turn around in.
Peter grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. "Come on, let me show the rest of the place."
After Peter showed me the rest of his home, which consisted of two bedrooms also decorated in gray and white, two full bathrooms, and one game room, we headed back to the kitchen area, where he poured me a glass of wine.
Taking our place on his couch, he mentioned casually, "I thought we could eat in. I ordered Italian ahead of time. I hope that's okay?"
"That's fine. I'm starving," I confessed as I set my wine glass on the glass coffee table while I slipped of my jacket. I wasn't sure if it was the warmth I was feeling between my legs or the effect the wine was having on me.
Just as I was about to grab my glass of wine, Peter took hold of my hand and brought it to his lips. I could feel the softness of his lips as his mouth touched my skin. All I could do was stare at the contact his mouth made with the back of my hand. I could feel the warmth between my legs turn into an inferno. When the doorbell rang, I took a sigh of relief as Peter stood to answer it."That must be our dinner."
As quickly as he left the room, I had the full contents of my wine down my throat. Fanning my face, I tried to keep my feelings for this man at bay. I could hear Peter talking to the delivery guy from where I was sitting. This was my cue to assist him with dinner. Taking my empty glass and his full one, I walked over to the dining room table and placed his glass on the smooth surface. Spotting the bottle of wine, I stepped to the bar and poured myself another glass. Peter was already in the kitchen getting our plates ready. There were two servings of chicken Marsala, garlic bread and Caesar salad. I wasn't sure where he ordered the food from but it smelled delicious.
An hour later we were back on the couch, completely stuffed from the wonderful meal. The silence between us suddenly became very awkward. It felt like being on a first date and waiting for someone to say something or make the first move. Staring across the room at the black TV screen, I heard Peter's words. "Lilly, there’s something I need to ask you."
Turning my body so it was angled towards his, I replied hesitantly, "Shoot."
"Do you know of anybody that would be calling you and then hanging up?" he
As I followed behind him, I took in the decor. The hall was decorated with beige and tan walls and the carpeting had a swirl design of various shades of browns, tans and oranges. Peter stopped in front of a door that held the number 2912 in gold plating.
When I stepped inside, it was nothing like what I had expected. The floor transitioned from tile to wood. As I looked to my left, there was a good-sized kitchen area that had light-colored cabinets, granite counter tops and a small breakfast bar. As we walked further in, we entered what I presumed was the living area. It was also a good size. It was decorated in gray and white. There was a small dining set that sat six, which opened up to the living area which was furnished with a cream-colored couch and two gray matching armchairs. One wall featured floor to ceiling windows, which showed a magnificent view of Manhattan across the Hudson River.
As I continued to take in my surroundings, I couldn't help but ask, "Do you live here?"
I could feel Peter coming up behind me. His breath was warm on my head as he said, "Yes, Lilly, this is where I live. You seem a little surprised."
"I am actually. This is not what I was expecting. I guess a lot has changed in two years." Last time I was at Pete's place, he lived in a one-bedroom apartment with barely enough room to turn around in.
Peter grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. "Come on, let me show the rest of the place."
After Peter showed me the rest of his home, which consisted of two bedrooms also decorated in gray and white, two full bathrooms, and one game room, we headed back to the kitchen area, where he poured me a glass of wine.
Taking our place on his couch, he mentioned casually, "I thought we could eat in. I ordered Italian ahead of time. I hope that's okay?"
"That's fine. I'm starving," I confessed as I set my wine glass on the glass coffee table while I slipped of my jacket. I wasn't sure if it was the warmth I was feeling between my legs or the effect the wine was having on me.
Just as I was about to grab my glass of wine, Peter took hold of my hand and brought it to his lips. I could feel the softness of his lips as his mouth touched my skin. All I could do was stare at the contact his mouth made with the back of my hand. I could feel the warmth between my legs turn into an inferno. When the doorbell rang, I took a sigh of relief as Peter stood to answer it."That must be our dinner."
As quickly as he left the room, I had the full contents of my wine down my throat. Fanning my face, I tried to keep my feelings for this man at bay. I could hear Peter talking to the delivery guy from where I was sitting. This was my cue to assist him with dinner. Taking my empty glass and his full one, I walked over to the dining room table and placed his glass on the smooth surface. Spotting the bottle of wine, I stepped to the bar and poured myself another glass. Peter was already in the kitchen getting our plates ready. There were two servings of chicken Marsala, garlic bread and Caesar salad. I wasn't sure where he ordered the food from but it smelled delicious.
An hour later we were back on the couch, completely stuffed from the wonderful meal. The silence between us suddenly became very awkward. It felt like being on a first date and waiting for someone to say something or make the first move. Staring across the room at the black TV screen, I heard Peter's words. "Lilly, there’s something I need to ask you."
Turning my body so it was angled towards his, I replied hesitantly, "Shoot."
"Do you know of anybody that would be calling you and then hanging up?" he
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