After walking around with the address in her hand, she finally arrives in front of a house, which she vaguely remember from the pictures she saw. Looking around for passersby, she manages to catch the attention of a man, who was walking towards her from the opposite direction. Flashing her sweet smile, she waves at him, beckoning him over. After letting a car pass, he crosses the street and walks up to her.
"Hello sir, I would like to know if this is the right house for this address?"
She asks while showing him the piece of paper, the same piece that she has been holding on for her life, ever since she wrote the address down on it.
The man smiles at her before looking at the piece of paper. He looks back at the house and nods at her:
"Yes, that is the right house."
Her face lights up, smiling happily, she burst out:
"Oh yes, thank you, sir"
and in her enthusiasm kisses him on the cheek. A bit flustered, mumbling:
"My pleasure"
the man continues the way he was going. She looks at her watch.
"Hmm, I'm a bit early,"
she says to herself. Nevertheless she tries her luck and rings the doorbell, hoping he might be home already. But it turns out he is not. She tries looking through the window, but the house remains silent.
Claire, that's her name, picks up her luggage, puts it down by the gate and sits on it. She was going to surprise him, the man of her fantasy, the man that she had been talking too all these months, but hasn't been able to meet, him living on the opposite side of the globe. But now she is going to meet this man, the man that she spend day in day out fantasizing about, the man she wished to meet one day.
With the sun shining on her head she starts to sweat. She is thankful that she is prepared for this weather. Her sleeveless tank top with a pair of shorts that could gives her as much air as possible for her body. But still, the heat is getting to her.
"Maybe I should have called?"
she contemplates
"but that would have ruined the surprise."
They hadn't been talking for a while, she being busy with her business trip and organising it.
"Will he welcome me?"
While she thinks this, she works intensely on her phone, like a second nature, organising her work.
"Ahem, can I help you?"
A deep familiar voice takes her from her pondering. With a shock she looks up, almost letting her phone slip on the floor, and a bright happy smiles flashes across her face as she recognises Jim.
"Jim!"
She screams, jumping up hurriedly to greet him throwing her arms around his neck.
Jim, a man in his forties, freshly trimmed scalp and face, steps clumsily from his bicycle, wearing long jeans and one of his shirts, apparently sweating too from the ride in this weather.
Startled by her reaction, he places his hands on her face and takes a good look at her.
"Claire?"
He asks tentatively. And before she can nod, he realises it is her, the angel who has been in his dreams every day for the past months.
"Claire, oh my god, it is you."
And he tightly wraps his arms around her lifting her up in the air with a swirl.
"Oh wow, I can't believe it's really you, it is really you."
He holds her tight, squeezing her to his chest.
"It's so amazing to finally see and feel you for real."
He finally puts her back on her feet. She shuffles a bit shyly with her feet and smiles her little angelic smile at him.
"Yes, it's me, your little Claire."
He takes a moment to get back to himself and smiles happily at her, brushes over her cheek as if he still can't believe it. She breaks the silence.
"I know this is a big surprise and you may have many questions, but can you please invite me in? I don't want to be rude but the heat is slowly killing me."
Chuckling, Jim looks at her apologetically.
"Ah yes, of course, we should get out of this heat. I'm sorry to keep you out here,"
he says as he unlocks the gate, pushing his bike through. He looks back, sees how she pulls her luggage along.
" Leave it, sweetheart, I will get that for you in a second."
Jeremy quickly puts his bike away, and hurries back to the front door, where Claire waits patiently. Her eyes adoringly follow every one of his movements. He grabs her bag and unlocks the door.
"Welcome to my home, baby, here, this is the living room, make yourself at home,"
Jim tells her as they both step in the house.
"Would you like something to drink?"
Settling down on the couch, Claire nods as she looked around, amazed with the beautiful place.
"Yes, please, something refreshing."
she answers, adding
"I can't believe you live here all by yourself, this house is so big and beautiful."
He comes back from the kitchen offering her a glass of cool water. She accepts it gratefully and gulps it down in seconds. He smiles at her.
"But I do, and I love this house. Come, let me show you around."
He takes her hand and helps her up from the couch, she jumps up lightly though and pulls him along.
"Oh show me your garden first!"
she squeals at him happily, looking up at him with sudden flushed cheeks and biting her lip. Remembering one of their recent hot fantasies they shared, he feels his cheeks flush as well and smiles down at his little baby girl, knowing she is thinking the same thing.
"Come this way,"
He says, showing her to the back door. Opening it he guides her out, following her in his little back garden.
"That's the tree, you might remember."
he explains, smiling shyly.
"Hmmm, just as I imagined it."
She leans against him as she looks around dreamily. Her hand softly almost accidentally brushes over the bulge that appeared in his jeans, before resting on his belly. He looks down in her eyes, knowing what he just felt, but hesitating.
"Did she do that on purpose? What am I doing? Here is the girl who fulfills my every fantasy and I'm pointing at my tree."
Again she breaks the silence.
"Now show me your bedroom!"
Claire says excitedly, again one step ahead of him, eager to see the place they often shared their fantasy together in. Taking her hand again, feeling her squeeze happily, Jim nods and leads her back into the house, up the stairs into his bedroom.
As Claire walks in, she looks around his bedroom, with the large bed at the far wall, nicely made up. Jim watches her, and suddenly takes her arm and turns her around to him and kisses her hard.
As he feels her resist Jim immediately releases his hold on her, taking a step back in embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry. Its just, I couldn't control myself anymore."
He stumbles over his words. Claire just looks back at him, catching her breath, her arms still protectively in front of her chest. Fumbling with worries, he adds,
"I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
