Page 49 of OneTime Lovers
I can’t wait to see her again, especially when the last time we were alone together was in this same apartment with her bent over the windowsill while I pumped into her. An image as clear today in my memory as it was seven weeks ago when it occurred.
Exiting the elevator, I walk to my new front door and knock. I can hear Jas’s heels on the parquet wood flooring as she walks toward the door, giving me some warning before the door opens and she’s standing in front of me.
A huge smile on her lips as she says, “Welcome to your new home, Scott.” My new keys dangling from her fingertips.
I chuckle at her dramatic presentation as I step inside snagging the keys from her fingertips before dropping a kiss on her red lips. And it doesn’t escape my notice the gasp which escapes those same lips as I release them.
“This is the kind of welcome I could get used to.”
She chooses to ignore my comment and instead grabs my hand, saying enthusiastically, “Come on, I’m dying to show you around.”
“And I’m dying to be shown around,” I tell her, captivated by Jas all over again.
My memories of her being quickly replaced by the flesh and blood gorgeous woman, who is eagerly dragging me toward the living area. I slip my bag off my shoulder, dropping it to the floor in the hall as I follow her. Then passing a solid wood hall table, I throw my new keys into the waiting bowl on top.
Jas leads me into the large living area, and I look around me, my mouth dropping open. Shit, the place is unrecognizable from the empty shell of a room I saw the first time I was here.
It’s now a warm cozy space, with heavy curtains pulled back at the windows, two large man-sized sofas, a wood coffee table and matching side tables with lamps, all arranged on a massive plush rug. The sort you can really sink your toes into. Through the windows I can make out the outline of my new grill, covered to protect it from the weather. Beside it are more similarly covered items, which I guess is the outdoor furniture.
“Wow, this is fantastic,” I manage to say as I take in the refurbished fireplace and the huge flatscreen TV to the side of it. My eyes are drawn to the windowsill, which I’m glad to see has been left free of furniture. I walk over to the exact spot where Jas was bent over last time, and turning around to face her, I lean back against it.
“I really can’t believe this is the same room. It’s been transformed, and I love it.”
Jas continues to smile broadly looking around the room, anywhere but at me. She hasn’t been able to hold my gaze ever since I leaned back against the windowsill. I want her to remember how good we can be together.
Point made, I push off from the window and stroll toward the kitchen, where Jas is now standing at the island counter. I’m a bit confused. I don’t remember an island counter being there before and the countertops were certainly not granite.
Checking out the cupboards that line the back wall, and to the left what I’d call a butler’s pantry, I say, “This looks like a new kitchen. I don’t understand.”
“Do you like it?” she asks, her smile slipping slightly.
“I love it, particularly the wine fridge,” I tell her, brushing a kiss on her cheek as I pass by, on my way to investigate the pantry further with its built-in wine fridge.
She smiles broadly again as she says, “It’s not a wine fridge, it’s a beer fridge. Isn’t that what you Aussie guys need. Beer fridges are colder than wine fridges.”
“Clever girl. This is amazing. Thank you so much, Jas.” As I walk back toward her, she slips around to the other side of the counter.
Then sounding a little flustered, she asks quickly, “Do you want a drink to celebrate, I filled the fridge with both beer and champagne? Or would you prefer to finish the tour?”
“Let’s finish the tour,” I tell her, although I’m not happy at the way she just sidestepped me. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing what you’ve done with my bed?”
And there it is, her trademark eye roll. I’ve missed her eye roll.
She leads the way down the hallway to the bedrooms and bathrooms. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough time to redo the bathrooms too, but I’ll show you some plans I had drawn up. Next time you’re away, I can arrange for the work to be done. If you want to, of course.”
We reach the second bedroom first which has been set up as a home study. The room is large enough to comfortably hold a built-in desk with shelves above and a double sofa bed, handy for guests to stay over, she tells me.
We move onto the main bedroom and when the door opens. I’m not surprised to see the huge king-size bed I selected dominating the room. My eyebrows do rise though as I take in the large carved mirror that fills the wall on the lefthand side of the bed. I like the look of that.
“Do you like the room?” Jas asks, hovering in the doorway watching for my reaction as I investigate the room further.
“Definitely, my only comment, too many pillows. I only need two.”
She laughs. “Spoken like a typical guy. I get it’s probably a girl thing. Easily fixed, we can store them in the cupboard.”
“How many pillows do you have, then?” I ask, intrigued, and nearly choke on my laughter when she tells me six.
“Seriously, is there any space in the bed for you, with so many pillows?” My only answer is a shrug of her shoulders. I think she’s right pillows are a girl thing, so I’ll not even try to understand it.
