arrive on Park Avenue I can hardly believe this is going to be my new home. I can’t wait to tell Parker. She’s going to go wild; it might even make her want to come back faster if she can. I wish she were here so I could ask her advice on all this Damian stuff. Then again, I’m kind of glad she’s not here to see what I’m getting up to. Something tells me she’d be none too happy to hear what I’ve got going on in my head about him.
Mac pulls into an underground parking garage and points out the reserved parking spots for Damian and says one is for me. I tell him that won’t be necessary as I don’t have a car but he just smiles and says, “Yet.”
Mac escorts me into the elevator and we ride it up to the lobby together in silence. I am once again amazed by the buildings modern beauty and decide then to make my design for the apartment reflective of the lobby. I’ll have to call Alex later to talk to him about my design plan.
As Mac and I are getting onto the elevator to head to the first floor where my new apartment is I realize I don’t know the code on the key pad to get in, I hope Mac knows it. Just as I am thinking I might not be able to get in, music begins coming from my new phone. When I look at the screen I am rewarded with a picture of Damian smiling at me with that sultry look of his, the one that makes an ache form between my legs, a feeling that is completely foreign to me. I look at Mac and he says, “Stone by the Stereophonics. It’s Mr. Stone. Go ahead and answer it.”
Mac holds the elevator door for me while I step out on the first floor. He waves to me, the doors close and while he continues up on the elevator I am the only one on the first floor. I look at my phone still singing in my hand and answer it.
“Um, hi” I say.
“Sydney. I’m glad you have the phone. When it rang for so long I thought maybe you didn’t have it with you” Damian says.
“I have it but you didn’t need to buy this for me, it’s not necessary, I already had a phone” I try to protest.
“That phone was old and you need one that I can be sure is in proper working condition. I need to know that I can reach you whenever I need to. Where are you now?”
“I’m just getting to the door of the apartment but I don’t know the code to get in and I’m returning the phone to you when I’m done with this project.”
Then the door to the apartment opens and he’s standing there in the doorway. He’s wearing a white stretch cotton crewneck t-shirt and a pair of dark blue Diesel jeans slung low on his hips. His hair is once again messy in a sexy just been rolling around in bed sort of way and I hope that is not how he achieves that look. Instead I hope he spends hours in front of a mirror running his hands through his hair and adding product to get just the right look of hotness that he exudes.
I daydream about him doing his hair in front of a mirror with just his jeans on. His feet are bare and his chest is wet. His pectoral muscles are large and smooth; the only hair on his impressive chest and washboard abs is in between his hard, bulging pecs and leading into his low slung jeans that would be unbuttoned. The jeans are so low they reveal the triangle leading to his manhood and I fantasize about running my hand down his bare chest, over his ripped stomach and into those low slung jeans. Just when I am about to see what I can find in there he snaps me back to reality when he says, “Sydney, what are you day dreaming about?”
Oh, no, can he read my mind? “Um…I’m just a little overwhelmed” I lie, well it’s really not a lie, overwhelmed totally describes me right now.
“Mmm, that’s too bad. I thought maybe you were thinking about me. Come in, it’s your place. Oh and the code is 78663, Stone. You should remember that, right?”
I nod my head and enter into the apartment.
“Now about the cell phone” he begins. “You
Mac pulls into an underground parking garage and points out the reserved parking spots for Damian and says one is for me. I tell him that won’t be necessary as I don’t have a car but he just smiles and says, “Yet.”
Mac escorts me into the elevator and we ride it up to the lobby together in silence. I am once again amazed by the buildings modern beauty and decide then to make my design for the apartment reflective of the lobby. I’ll have to call Alex later to talk to him about my design plan.
As Mac and I are getting onto the elevator to head to the first floor where my new apartment is I realize I don’t know the code on the key pad to get in, I hope Mac knows it. Just as I am thinking I might not be able to get in, music begins coming from my new phone. When I look at the screen I am rewarded with a picture of Damian smiling at me with that sultry look of his, the one that makes an ache form between my legs, a feeling that is completely foreign to me. I look at Mac and he says, “Stone by the Stereophonics. It’s Mr. Stone. Go ahead and answer it.”
Mac holds the elevator door for me while I step out on the first floor. He waves to me, the doors close and while he continues up on the elevator I am the only one on the first floor. I look at my phone still singing in my hand and answer it.
“Um, hi” I say.
“Sydney. I’m glad you have the phone. When it rang for so long I thought maybe you didn’t have it with you” Damian says.
“I have it but you didn’t need to buy this for me, it’s not necessary, I already had a phone” I try to protest.
“That phone was old and you need one that I can be sure is in proper working condition. I need to know that I can reach you whenever I need to. Where are you now?”
“I’m just getting to the door of the apartment but I don’t know the code to get in and I’m returning the phone to you when I’m done with this project.”
Then the door to the apartment opens and he’s standing there in the doorway. He’s wearing a white stretch cotton crewneck t-shirt and a pair of dark blue Diesel jeans slung low on his hips. His hair is once again messy in a sexy just been rolling around in bed sort of way and I hope that is not how he achieves that look. Instead I hope he spends hours in front of a mirror running his hands through his hair and adding product to get just the right look of hotness that he exudes.
I daydream about him doing his hair in front of a mirror with just his jeans on. His feet are bare and his chest is wet. His pectoral muscles are large and smooth; the only hair on his impressive chest and washboard abs is in between his hard, bulging pecs and leading into his low slung jeans that would be unbuttoned. The jeans are so low they reveal the triangle leading to his manhood and I fantasize about running my hand down his bare chest, over his ripped stomach and into those low slung jeans. Just when I am about to see what I can find in there he snaps me back to reality when he says, “Sydney, what are you day dreaming about?”
Oh, no, can he read my mind? “Um…I’m just a little overwhelmed” I lie, well it’s really not a lie, overwhelmed totally describes me right now.
“Mmm, that’s too bad. I thought maybe you were thinking about me. Come in, it’s your place. Oh and the code is 78663, Stone. You should remember that, right?”
I nod my head and enter into the apartment.
“Now about the cell phone” he begins. “You
Similar Books
