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Anyway, we’re slowly becoming unlikely friendly roommates, and when we do catch up, we talk and hang out a little. He gives me shit when he’s in a good mood.
And I give it right back... And it’s fun.
I joined some online dating apps, this week, and I added my best pictures. I got few offers for dates, but I went on a couple.
There was no spark or magic, no one seemed interested in kissing me, or anything else.
Maybe it’s not my thing.
None of them had smoldering sexuality, a warrior feel, or stoic confidence. Even a brute-like edge.
Lorenzo has it all, and it may be unhealthy expecting other men to have it. Not that I’m into it, at all...
Unless I’m circling my clit at night and trying to wear myself out while imagining his eyes. Sometimes, it’s the only way I can sleep naked in his penthouse.
Knowing he’s in bed across the apartment, likely naked, makes it near impossible to sleep.
Lorenzo hasn’t dated since I arrived, but as I design on my laptop, I smell his aftershave. As it wafts into my room, I check the time.
I’d made dinner, as I often do for us, but Lorenzo said he was not staying home to eat. I could tell he has dressed up too, and it was obvious he’d made an effort.
As I work on the new logo, and website for the Zoo, I hear, “don’t stay up.”
I walk out, and I lean against the wall near the elevator. Lorenzo looks hot in his black suit, and he looks too darned hot.
I’m in my black satin boxer-like shorts, and a tight black singlet. As our eyes meet, and he walks towards the elevator, something tells me, he’s going out for one thing.
Sex.
I walk forwards as the elevator comes up, and I look him over. As I adjust Lorenzo’s tie, he clears his throat, and looks uncomfortable.
“Relax, I won’t bite,” I say on tip toes finishing the job.
The big lug lets me perfect it, and I smile, as the doors open. Lorenzo steps in, and he looks serious as if he is on a mission.
“Have fun,” I say, before the doors close and he’s gone. My heart sinks and I walk away, down.
As I readin the penthouse, overlooking New York City, I slide around the large leather chair. I’m just in my tank top and panties, I’m alone, and comfy.
It’s a great book and I’m completely in the zone. I’ve always adored nestling in, to read, and being ultra comfortable is important. The less clothes the better.
I start to have trouble focusing, and part of me is unsure why. Deep down, something tells me it’s him, and knowing he will probably now, be inside someone.
A few hours later,I hear the elevator door chime, and I rub my eyes. I must have drifted off, but before I can move, the main oak doors open and close. A woman with an accent laughs, and I hear high heels on marble. As I hear drinks being made, I slowly rotate the lounge chair I’m on.
In the dark, I will be hard to see. Running across the floor, and looking like an idiot, will also look bad.
In the reflection of the window, I see Lorenzo and a woman drink. Then start to kiss. The image is as clear as day, and the New York City skyline is in the background.
As Lorenzo kisses her long silky neck, he makes the long black dress fall to the ground. She is wearing only a thong, and she is model slim.
As he sucks on her nipples, mine instantly harden.
When Lorenzo growls, and slips his hand down her pants, I bite my bottom lip, and squirm. She purrs like a kitten, and I can hear her slickness from here.
After several minutes she mumbles, “Fuck me.”
I know what she means, and I want to slide a hand down my pants. Lorenzo does not screw around, and he lifts her up, and carries her into his bedroom.
