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Avery

I could feel his stare weighing on me, heavy and warm like a blanket I didn’t ask for but appreciated all the same He watched fro he fantasized about possessing A beautiful car, a valuable company, a woman, either way, I was only an object to him That was fine Ihbors

My hand treold key into the slot of the deadbolt, securely lockingimposed a sense of security as well as a sense of lavish luxury, so my sudden unsteadiness wasn’t due to fear, but rather the result of hbor’s nearness in our shared, narrow hall

This s he roused inside of me

Don’t look…

Sliding the ornate key into the narrow pocket of my Dior clutch, I tried to hide my body’s response to his attention He pretended to sort a handful of mail outside of his aparth-end office attire, but he didn’t strike ood circumstances

Regardless of his background, he got up and went to work every weekday and so his jaas proof of yet another long day’s work

Snapping ht the urge to dissect him with my eyes

No one read their rabbed it from the lobby and duh the door Yet he eye fucked each envelope with the same intensity one reviewed a life or death contract I doubted he read a single word

Bingo With a flick of his thick lashes, blond enough to give his blue eyes a draaze left the mail and landed on me I looked away because there wasn’t ti I needed was another man in my life

We lived in a civil war era mansion renovated into apartments, located on Delancey Street in the Rittenhouse section of Old City Philadelphia—a place college students shouldn’t be able to afford But I wasn’t an ordinary college student Exploits, the sort ine—dominated my social life

This was the second time he and I crossed paths since I moved in, and it surely wouldn’t be the last I should say hello, introduce , but there wasn’t time A luxury sports car waited for

A shiver raced down ered, and my eyes slowly blinked The heat of his stare teased at the base of my back, exposed by my ebony, couture midi dress

I could feel hi He left ht detect the faux jewels and second hand couture and discover the real me Why did he have to look at me like that?