I reach in my pocket and pull out a hundred to tip the driver. I'm not an overly generous guy but he's one of the good ones. He kept quiet so I could close my eyes on the drive from LaGuardia.
"Thank you, sir." He bows when I hand him the bill.
I catch him by his shoulder. "I'm not a fucking prince, Bill. Don't hurt your back for a hundred. You need to drop the sir shit too or your next tip is a dollar. It's Crew, not sir. I told you that last time."
"Yes, Crew." He pockets the cash. "I'll get those bags sent right up. Enjoy your night, sir."
I huff out a laugh as I turn to walk into the building. "A dollar, Bill. One fucking dollar next time."
***
Jesus.
Fate isn't just shining her bright light on me tonight, she's handing me every dream I've ever had and then some.
I'm in my apartment. It's dark, the only light illuminating the main room is the flicker from the television.
I knew something was up as soon as I opened the door, walked into the foyer and heard voices. It didn't take but a beat for me to realize it was the television. It wouldn't have been the first time I've come home to find it on. The woman who stops by twice a week to tidy up the place is notorious for leaving it blaring once she's done her work and left.
Tonight is different.
I stalked across the room to turn it off, but I stopped in place when I noticed an open laptop, a smartphone, a half-eaten bowl of microwave popcorn and an empty soda can on my coffee table. I stock that brand of soda in my fridge for just one person.
I looked toward the guest room but the door was wide open and the lights were off. That's when I rounded the leather couch and came close to dropping to my knees.
Adley York is fast asleep on my couch.
I can't help but stare. My cock can't help but swell.
Her blonde hair is splayed out on the pillow beneath her head. Her lips are parted slightly and her body is more than I ever could have imagined.
One arm is bent above her head. The other is resting on her stomach; her bare stomach.
Beautiful Adley is nude from the waist up. Her breasts are round and full with nipples I'm dying to suck into pebbled peaks.
The only thing covering her body is a small pair of sheer white panties that provide just a tease of a smooth pink cunt underneath them.
She looks like a sinful angel.
I run my hand over the front of my black pants. I'm hard as stone. My erection is pulsing with need.
The dirty part of me wants to fist it, waking her with a grunt and a pinch of her nipple before I shoot my hot release all over that flawless skin.
I shake my head. What the fuck am I doing?
I back away, my eyes never leaving her body. This may very well be the only chance I get to see this in my lifetime and I want to implant it in my mind so later tonight when I'm in the shower, or a year or ten from now, I can jerk off to the memory of the sight of her tits and pussy.
Fuck, I want a taste of that.
My breathing labors as I quietly move back to the foyer. I can't let the doorman pound on the door the way he usually does when he brings up my bags. It may startle her enough that she'll wake and then she'll be horrified that I saw her wearing nothing but a pair of panties that I wish I could have so I can smell her scent whenever I want.
For fuck's sake. I need to get a grip.
I pick up my briefcase and exit the apartment with a soft click of the door.
I know she's a heavy sleeper. I saw it the night she slept over during a snow storm. I had to practically kick in the guest room door to get her out of bed to have breakfast with me.
I hear the ding of the service elevator in the distance which means the doorman is about to drop a suitcase and a wardrobe bag at my feet.