desk, typing up notes for
horny old men who spend all day just trying to think of ways to look down your
shirt without being caught.”
She laughed at
that and nodded. “I know, and I don’t plan on staying – I’m only here
until January, then I can start university in the winter semester – but I had
to work for this fall semester to get enough money to supplement my student
loans.”
“Ahh, student
loans,” I nodded, and reached over to shift again, letting my fingers linger
against her leg for longer than necessary and making sure she noticed before I
moved them away. “I’m still paying off mine, I hope yours don’t end up
quite as high, they are the bane of my fucking existence.”
“That’s what I
hear,” she said and shifted in her seat, spreading her legs and moving one even
closer to the gearshift. “But what else can you do? If you’re not
born with a silver spoon in your…oh, is this where you live?”
I nodded and
pulled into my parking space. “Yeah, but don’t be too impressed, I had to
have a roommate up until last month and now I need to either find a new one or
move – the rent is just too much for me to keep up myself.”
“Still, damn,
this is one nice building. What do you pay?” She laughed, “I mean, if you
don’t mind my asking.”
“Too much,” I
laughed then smiled at her. “Why? Are you looking for a place to
move?”
She shrugged,
“Maybe, living on campus isn’t exactly cheap, you know.”
My tummy did a
little flip at that, if she really was thinking of moving and if tonight went
well…no. I stopped myself from thinking about it – no need to put any
extra pressure on myself. We got out of the car and she tilted her head
back to look up at the building as we entered. “Wow.” She said again.
We got in the
elevator, punched the number for my floor and then walked to my door in near
silence – but this was not an uncomfortable silence,
it just…was. We reached my door, which I unlocked and then went inside . She looked around herself and whispered ‘Whoa’
once more before kicking her shoes off and immediately heading over to my
sunken living room. I laughed as I watched her wiggle her toes in the
lush white carpet, and headed over to the bar to get us drinks.
“Wine?” I asked.
“Oh, I’ve never
had wine before, sure, why not?”
She sat down on
the floor, crossing her legs and watching me with undisguised delight. “I
love your place.”
I handed her a
glass of wine and said thank you, then took a sip from my glass and set it down
on the end table. “I’ll be right back; I’m just going to grab a few
things from my collection.”
As I moved down
the hallway toward my room, I glanced back toward her, and from the angle I was
at, was able to see directly up her skirt. Yum!
When I came
back, just minutes later, with my treasure chest in my arms, Candy had already
finished her glass of wine.
“Wow,” I
laughed. “If you keep drinking that fast you’re going to be drunk in no
time – I’ll get you another glass, but you have to promise to take it slow this
time, I don’t want you passing out on me.”
She laughed and
admitted that she thought she might already be getting a buzz from what she’d drank. I set down my little wooden chest filled
with toys and poured her another glass before joining her on the floor.
We talked about
nothing, office gossip, hockey teams and college, and sipped our wine (my first
glass, her second) After enough time had passed that I felt like she
wouldn’t feel out of place anymore, I pulled the small chest over so that it
sat between us. I flipped open the lid and looked inside.
“Now this is
only part of my collection – the part I use the most often. I cannot fit
it all in here, of course, but neither can I bring it all out. And I
didn’t want you to invite you into my bedroom…” I let the ending of that
sentence dangle, and
Spencer's Forbidden Passion
Trent Evans, Natasha Knight