“I’m fine Mister Walter.” Sarah forces a small smile. “Just a bit too much to drink last night.”
“Oh,” Walter says with a smile. He looks up from Sarah’s eyes and sees Adam standing behind her for the first time. “Good afternoon Mister Adam.”
“Sir,” Adam grins.
Adam and Sarah walk out, hand in hand, leaving Walter standing in the doorway, a smile on his face and his heart warm at thoughts of Sarah’s future.
“Hey you,” Amy whispers.
“Mmmm,” Brian moans, “hey to you.”
“I need to eat.”
“Ya, me too.” Brian sighs. He would rather stay in bed with this beautiful woman all day. “Want to go grab something to eat?”
“I suppose,” Amy tries not to sound whiny. She really doesn’t want to go anywhere. She doesn’t normally like to be around people when she is hungover.
“We could order in,” Brian offers. “You call and I’ll pay.”
“Deal,” Amy says happily, bouncing out of bed.
Rolling over, Brian reaches for his jeans on the floor. He grabs his wallet out of the pocket and stretches out on the bed.
“Food in forty five,” Amy says when she returns.
A smirk creeps onto his face. He grabs her hand and pulls her onto him. A gasp escapes her. Her hands in his, his arms stretched above his head, she leans over him, her hair in his face. They stare into one another’s eyes and a different sort of hunger fills them. He rolls over, putting Amy on her back. Leaning over her now, his lips meet hers. The movements and rhythm of their bodies perfectly matched. Lost in the moment they kiss and explore. Small, pleasurable moans escaping them.
The phone rings, pulling them out of their private world.
“Food’s here,” Amy breaths heavily.
“My wallet’s there on the table,” Brian says.
Amy laughs. “You can get it.” She answers the phone to let the delivery person into the building. “Better hurry,” she teases.
Brian smiles, spanking her bottom as he leaves the bed. Quickly, he pulls on his jeans and goes to the door. He comes back with the food and they eat in her bed.
Sarah and Adam start to make their way back to her apartment when a storm blows in unexpectedly.
“I hope we make it back before the skies open up,” Sarah says, worried.
“Me too,” Adam says, quickening his pace.
Within a block the rain starts to drizzle down. Sarah and Adam walk a little quicker but before the reach the end of the block, the skies open up and dump water on them. They jog the remaining two blocks to her apartment.
“Miss Sarah, Mister Adam,” Walter greets them, “You are soaking to the bone.”
“Yes sir we are,” Adam says.
“You best go have a hot shower and get into some dry clothes before you get pneumonia.”
“Perhaps I should go home so I can do just that,” Adam says. A small frown sneaks it’s way onto Sarah’s face. She tries to hide it by putting her head down. “But first, I will make sure our Sarah here is taken care of.”
“Very well Mister Adam.” Walter smiles. “Be sure you get dry and warm up miss Sarah.”
“Yes Mister Walter,” Sarah says over her shoulder as she makes her way to the elevator.
Walter winks at her. Her face brightens as she smiles at Walter.
In her apartment, Adam makes them tea. Sarah grabs some dry, cozy clothes and has a shower. Adam waits for her in the living room, watching the rain coming down.
“Hi,” she says quietly when she comes out.
“Hi,” he says, turning around slowly to face her. “Tea should be perfect.” HE waves his hand to the tea pot on the coffee table.
Adam pours the tea and together they sit on the couch. Every now and then the thunder breaks the silence.
“I should go home to shower and change,” Adam says. He watches Sarah’s blank stare, looking for any changes in her expression. “So I don’t get pneumonia,” he finishes.”
“I’ll call you later,” he says, hoping she knows how much he likes her.
“Okay,” she smiles at Adam, “thank you for last night. And for today.”
“You’re welcome,” he smiles, “Next time maybe we will skip the shooters though.”
“Good idea,” Sarah grins.
Adam kisses her on the cheek before standing. Sarah sees him to the door where she leans in and kisses him.
“See you soon,” he says as he leaves.
Downstairs, Walter is still working. “Leaving so soon Mister Adam?”
“Yes sir,” Adam grins, “I need to go home to shower and change. I would hate to get pneumonia.” He winks at Walter.
“Of course Mister Adam,” Walter chuckles.
“I will see you soon.”
Walter smiles. “Have a good evening Mister Adam. See you soon.” He holds open the door and waves as Adam walks down the sidewalk.
(c) Rachel Rennie