Chapter 9: Coffee in the Rain Part 3
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Traffic was in my favor, not that there was much in this town. The traffic was average here compared to other places. I had plugged my phone in to use the GPS, hoping it would help me find this address since I was unfamiliar with it. The unfamiliarity gave me anxiety, but anticipation soon took it over. I was lost in the contemplation of what would happen next. Of what I was about to walk into. I wanted to know what he was going to do and nothing in my mind knew what he would do next. It was a mystery made worse by the random quote he sent from a famous poem that I recognized by Lord Byron named, She Walks in Beauty.
I finally got to the address and pulled into a parking spot that was uncovered at the apartment buildings. I should have known it was his place that he had brought me to. That it would be there that he would start instead of his job. I took a deep breath and got out of the car, locking it, before looking for his door. It was a three-hundred number, so I knew it was upstairs and not downstairs.
The apartment complex was beautiful and much fancier than mine was. It really shouldn't shock me that he lived in a nice place, but I was also kind of surprised that it was that nice since I knew working at a dungeon didn't pay that lavishly. I touched the banister of the staircase and slowly walked up the stairs. My boots echoed off the cement steps as I made my way up to his apartment.
I wondered if he lived in a studio like me or a two-bedroom apartment. I licked my lips and stopped in front of his door, raising my hand to knock when a text came through. I pulled out my phone and the only thing on the screen was two instructions. For me to undress and kneel on the satin pillow on the floor. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in and let it out before I checked the doorhandle and found it unlocked.
I slowly opened the door and found the room to be dark and lit only by cream candles. My mouth fell open at how gorgeous it all looked, and I shut the door behind myself, locking it for him. He was nowhere to be found. I peered down and spotted the satin pillow on the floor. I cleared my throat as I heard classical music playing from somewhere in the distance. Setting my purse down on the couch, I began to undress. I took my time removing my jacket, dress, boots, and leggings. My fingers hesitated on my lingerie, wondering if he wanted those off too. I figured he did. I rolled my eyes at myself for even questioning it before taking them off and adding them to the pile of clothing.
I clenched my hands in and out of fists, while walking towards the square pillow on the floor. I gently got onto my knees, folding my feet beneath my behind, and placed my hands onto my thighs. I slowly closed my eyes, straightened my back, and lifted my head high. Ready to play.
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