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Chapter 48, Apartment Rug Burns
Chapter 48, Apartment Rug Burns

Chapter 48, Apartment Rug Burns

CobraCobra

I expected Elliot's interest to wane once he added me to his "seduced list" but the opposite occurred. He pestered to see me, said he’d never met anyone like me. I asked how many he’d "met”. He didn’t reply.

With the cherry blossom relationship setting to bear fruit, we needed a place to rendezvous. I didn’t want to become a Governor Hotel elevator mystery woman. My home turf and his buck pad were out. To ripen, we needed a love nest. If he balked at getting a love nest it meant "wham, bam, thank you, ma'am". Instead he eagerly agreed and asked were. I suggested downtown, near my office, a place with heavy pedestrian traffic and convenient but covert ingress and egress. A week later he gave an address. I parked near it and did a street inspection from the car.

It was an older, two-story, corner building, two blocks from the office. Retail outlets were on the first floor with offices above. The Mexican restaurant on one side and the corner French Bakery, were popular and familiar to me. I parked and walked over for a closer inspection. On the secondary street was a courtyard with hair salon, public restrooms, a metal staircase and an ornate elevator. There was rear alley access to the courtyard and a second stairwell on the main thoroughfare to the offices above. It looked good, perhaps too good. At the office, I phoned Elliot and scheduled an 11 AM inspection.

I walked from the office, to get pastry. We met at the corner. Without recognition, we entered the little courtyard and took the elevator up. On the second-floor landing, as if a real estate agent, he pointed out positive attributes. The corridor led to the second stairwell and down to the main street. There were only two offices, one vacant. The corner area above the bakery was the sole apartment. It had an entry nook for unobserved entry and exit from the corridor. The building was fire sprinkled which was an obvious add on. The set up was ideal, so ideal my initial thought was.

It’s his buck pad for discreet seductions.

Standing in the entry nook, he handed me the key. With the key inserted in the retro lock, the lock dead bolt turned and the door opened. The apartment was vacant. Vacancy assuaged my suspicion it was for his discreet married women harem. It was only for one, me.

The windows had retro, wide slat, white, closed, Venetian blinds.

I did my client walk through, surveyed the small kitchen, the dining/living area and the bedroom and its bathroom. At a corner window, I bent a slat open and peered down at pedestrians. They were so close but couldn’t see me. An erotic purveyor sensation swept me.

He waited behind, as if waiting for a client’s agreement to sign a lease. I reached down into my purse, pulled out the pill box and handed it to him.

We finished while I peered through an open slat of the blinds at those passing below.

For seconds we laid on the recently shampooed carpet floor.

While he rode, I enjoyed the smell of bread baking below and imagined his bread stick in my oven.

Spent he rolled off with a bad case of knee rug burn.

"I assume you like the apartment."

"It needs a bed or you won’t be able to kneel at church. I love it, like I do you."

The last sentence, spoken casually, regretted as soon as said, unable to be retracted or redacted. I got up and directed the conversation to furnishing shopping while redressing then suggested a company name on the apartment entry door for additional ruse cover. It was all to diminish the tongue slip.

Redressed, I picked up my purse, and turned my cheek for a quick parting peck kiss. Instead he turned me toward him.

"Do you really love me?"

I broke free and fluttered down the metal spiral stairs without reply. In the bakery, I bought a dozen croissants by simply pointing, afraid my voice would crack. Safely back at the office mulling over my mistaken, “I love it like I do you”, I set the croissants on the lunch room table. The employees quickly gathered to gobble them up but I salvaged one for hubby then went to the restroom to double check my appearance.

Composed, I went back, heated and buttered the set aside croissant and brought it to his office. He glanced up from his computer. I was sure he would notice something amiss and question my two-hour absence.

He took the plate, munched the croissant and thanked me between bites. Relieved he noticed and asked nothing, I walked out nervously checking my hair to feel if it was all in place. He commented I had a nice-looking butt. He didn’t know it was beet red from sex on a rug.

With Elliot in tow we went to Seattle for furnishings. I selected canopy bed, crystal chandelier and lace curtains for the capacious bedroom. I had a dimmer switch put in for the chandelier to adjust the night light mood. Elliot paid for the furnishings. I bought the utensils, dishes, linens, sheets and bed covers. We could observe those below from the bedroom window.

The decor was female fox seduction pad with satin sheets and pillow cases, down blanket, lace bed spread and candles on the dresser. The closet and dresser included his and hers sections. I kept racy lingerie for the apartment’s intended use. Scented bars of soap and large fluffy towels filled the bathroom wall hangers and cabinet.

The kitchen and dining/living area retained their Venetian blinds but I added lace curtains. While kept sparse for maintenance ease, it could produce a decent meal with china set for two. The dinette table with lace table cloth was nestled at the corner windows for people watching. An upholstered little sofa and a rocker were available for love games

A stroll from my office, a wary entry, a sexual rendezvous, quick shower, redress, aftermath tidy up, discreet exit and waltz back to the office with pastry could be done in an hour’s lapse time, of efficient timing but unhurried movements.

More typical was a dawdled lunch after a romp with French bread from the bakery as we relaxed by the corner windows. When gone two hours my pat excuse was, "shopping". If hubby was out of town we had an evening date with crystal chandelier and candles.

I taught Elliot things I’d learned from prior affairs. He contributed nothing new, the breadth of his sexual development limited to seduction not action.

I wasn’t essential at work and could do my assignments on my schedule with few times I had to be there. Hubby’s, business mistress in contrast was a demanding one and on his mind 24/7. It included travel. Without Elliot, I’d have been lonely. Instead I was relationship cramped and time stressed.

Elliot’s golf course hens knew something was wrong with their rooster. They scouted for and guessed who the guilty culprit was for his sudden lack of crowing. They never glanced at me with suspicion when I ate at the cottage restaurant with the golf ladies or my husband. I worried even with hubby’s business preoccupation, he thought something was up but this was my guilty thinking. He paid little attention and rarely noticed new clothes I wore or asked how my day went. If suspicious, Elliot wouldn’t cross his mind as a suspect.

I never thought Elliot would be true to me but he swore he was while I was unfaithful to him with hubby. On our affair anniversary, we stayed and ate at Seattle’s Mayflower Park Hotel for a night of sex. From the hotel bathroom, I presented myself in a silky negligee purchased for the occasion and gave Elliot a gold rooster with diamonds comb tie pin.

He gave me a large sapphire ring and a dozen red roses. It was his second trophy ring, grander than all the others except my husband’s. I hid his rings as I had no explanation for them.

Things continued smoothly and soon almost another year of "apartment" bliss drifted past. Elliot and I grew closer while my husband and i drifted a[[art. Hubby assumed all my sexual needs were filled and he was number one in my life.

He was right on both.

Author Notes: The love nest turns into a domestic affair.

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