Page 3 of A First Sight

Walking up to the third floor, our neighbors, the Ferguson family, were at their door. The youngest of the brood, Kenny, insisted on telling me what presents everyone in his family had gotten for Christmas, much to the embarrassment of his parents.

“Come along, boys.” Mr. Ferguson smiled at me. He looked tired.

I waved as they went inside. I liked the idea of a Christmas with children in my future. Definitely not now.

Shifting my bag to free a hand, I knocked on my door. I had keys in the purse, but the security chain would block the door if Dale were home.

I was about to knock again when I heard the deadbolt turn and the chain rattle before the door opened.

“Oh. Hey.” Dale looked surprised to see me, which I assumed meant he never received my texts. Or, rather, hadn’t bothered reading them.

I wished I could say it surprised me, but that’s how he was sometimes.

“Hi.” I smiled at him as I went inside. “I didn’t wake you, did I?”

“Naw.” He scratched the back of his head. “I was just watching a movie.”

I glanced at the television on my way to the bedroom, but it was off. I wondered what he was watching. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t seen him watching porn before. He even wanted me to watch it with him a few times.

“Did you have dinner already?” I asked.

“Yeah, Mom sent me home with leftovers. She made a huge spread for Christmas. Spiral ham with pineapple slices. Mashed potatoes. Sweet potatoes. Candied yams. And a bunch of different Christmas cookies.”

My stomach rumbled, and I remembered how long it had been since I last ate. Although I flew in first class, which included a meal, I’d never been fond of airplane food.

“Dad got us some shooting lessons,” Dale continued.

The ‘us’meant Dale and his dad, not Dale and me. I was glad about that. Not that I had an issue with guns, exactly. It was more the idea of having to be around Dale with a gun that made me nervous.

I moved Dale’s violin case from the bed to make room for my suitcase. We met three years ago when I first got hired for the New York Philharmonic. He also played the violin and helped ease me into the routine of performing in one of the world’s most famous orchestras. With his strong arms and charming smile, I fell for him quickly, and it didn’t take long before I’d moved in with him.

I sat my suitcase on the bed, as Dale leaned against the doorframe, watching me unpack.

I took out a small, wrapped box with his name on it and held it out to him. “Mom and Da got this for you.”

“Thanks.” He took it, but didn’t open it before putting it down on his dresser. “You’re about done unpacking?”

“Almost,” I said. “If you’re not done with your movie, I can get something to eat and join you.”

“I don’t want to finish my movie.” He was suddenly behind me, his breath hot against my skin. “Move the suitcase.”

His arms went around my waist, hands sliding to cover my breasts. He squeezed and pressed his hips against my ass. He was already hard, and he never liked to wait. My dinner, however, could.

“Move the suitcase, unless you want me to fuck you on top of it,” Dale said.

I pushed it aside and let Dale bend me over the edge of the bed. The comforter was bunched up, and I grabbed onto it as Dale yanked down my pants and underwear in one go. His fingers slid between my legs, and I shivered at the friction. I wasn’t wet, but while I knew he could get me there eventually, I could feel his urgency and knew he would not take the time.

As I heard his zipper, I dropped one hand underneath me to help myself along. I doubted he’d last long enough for me to come, but after he finished, I could excuse myself to shower and take care of it on my own.

It wouldn’t be the first time.

THREE

DRAKE

Dinner was fantastic,as always. Uncle Ben had the talent in a kitchen that could have led to tremendous success as a chef, should he have changed career paths. I was glad he had stayed with money management, whatever the loss to the culinary world. I would never have joined him in business had he chosen the food route.

“Whisky?” he asked as we moved into the den. “I recently found a new brand from the West Coast. Shannon’s. It’s quite good.”

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