The new apartment
The phone vibrated, it's motion against the hard surface making an unusually loud noise. He jumped a little, surprised by the sudden sound. Jolted out of his daydream it took a second to realise what it was. He looked in his rear view mirror and from side to side, checking there were no police around, and as it was clear he risked a quick glance at the phone's screen. A glance was enough and it made him groan.
What the message was about was immediately clear, and what made him cross was it was unnecessary to text him. He had remembered. How on earth could he forget? The last million was almost spent, and so he needed to find someone to fill the hole that left in their finances. Pressure, he slowly inhaled, somehow the pressure made it all the more exciting. Deliciously exciting.
He nosed the Porsche into his parking bay and looked up at the opulent Chelsea apartments. The facade of the building was impressive, with its large windows, the gold block over the main entrance and its pillared porch-way containing two stone lions. The building appeared both modern and elegant. It was a perfect place to live for someone moving up in the world. Personally he thought the lions a little too much, but what did he know.
Either way this would be his home for the foreseeable future and he wondered if he would like it. He pressed the button and the faint burble of the engine died away and with a solid click he undid his seat belt. He slowly guided the seat belt as it slid back into its holder and took in the scene around him.
Three parking bays away was a removal van, not his, he always moved light. Everything he needed was in the boot of the car. Three workmen, young lads were heaving stuff from the van and carrying it into his apartment block. It seemed he was not the only new arrival today. His phone vibrated again and grateful for the distraction he picked it up and began to check the alert that he had received. Yet another tech company was rumoured to be floating, ready to make its founder a very rich man indeed. Lucky bastard he thought.
At the removal van now was a man, grey haired and probably in his late forties. He was barking orders at the hapless workmen who had managed to get a large table stuck between two cars, as they tried to carry it into the apartments. A bit of manoeuvring and finally it was through.
Table, workmen and man disappeared inside.
The car park was briefly empty. A brown bird landed on the pavement, pecked at the ground and then flew off with a rustle of wings. He reviewed the cars around him and smiled. He realised there was not a single car, costing less than fifty grand in the car park. The Porsche he so delighted in owning was almost the cheap old banger amongst this lot. Almost.
Movement distracted him and a young lady appeared carrying a pile of cardboard boxes. Clearly empty by the ease with which she was holding them. She was beautiful, a curvy figure with long dark brown hair cascading down over her shoulders. It looked as though she was off to the gym, but obviously she was in her scruffy clothes to help with the move. She extended her bottom lip and blew, making her fringe lift a little. It was clearly hot work.
She was wearing a grey vest top, which to his mind anyway, emphasised the fact she had large breasts. A 34 bra size at least, he mused to himself. He watched her closely from the car as she walked across to the van, perhaps she could be moving in today as well he thought. Surely though she could not be the grey haired man's wife?
Deciding to find out he made his move. It took only a few moments for him to get out of the car, shut the door and pressing the remote to lock it, he headed over to say hello. Behind him the car beeped once and flashed it lights twice to show it was locked. He normally looked back and delighted in watching the car perform this ritual, but today the girl had his full attention.
"Hi," the lady said turning at the sound of the beep. Her hand pushed a hair back off her face making him gulp a little. Up close now, he could see she was extremely attractive.
"I am Kate, do you live here?" she said smiling.
"Mark," he replied, shaking her hand and loving the fact it was both cool and soft. "Mark Dunlow and as of today I do. Live here that is. Guess we are both moving in at the same time?" and then after a pause he added, "I am at number 12."
His heart missed a beat as she nodded. Wow she was indeed moving in.
There was no time to get further acquainted before both workmen and man returned and so Mark learnt that the man and women were in fact married. Kate was indeed this man's wife. He tried to hide his look of excitement as he realised how sexy she was.
The husband was called Paul, and Mr and Mrs Turnbull were going to be next door to him at number eleven. They had been married a year and a half. When asked if he was married Mark said he wasn't. This was a lie, he did have a wife, but she wouldn't be living with him at this address or ever visiting, so there was no point complicating the conversation. He tried to change the subject, but Paul took the conversation over and they naturally moved onto another topic anyway.
It was hard for Mark to concentrate on Paul's friendly questions and conversation. He could not help sneaking glances at Kate's impressive chest or light brown eyes, which were lovely or her long and shapely legs. Her half-length track suit bottoms showing her toned thighs off perfectly. Mark stood there dumbly nodding as Paul droned on, his mind completely focussed on Kate's wonderful body.
The pleasantries over, they shared the usual "see you around" and Mark went to walk away, but suddenly Paul called him back.
"Did you say you owned a computer company?" asked Paul. Mark nodded.
"I did indeed," he replied. "We cover PC's and Macs and offer all kinds of support and repair options."
"I wondered if you could come and set up my new study for me?" said Paul. "I'll pay you. Connect the broadband; set up the printer, what ever needs doing to get me functioning again. I don't have the time and anyway am crap at that kind of thing."
As Mark confirmed he would be happy to. Kate from behind put her arms lovingly around Paul's shoulder.
"He owns his own technology company and he can't connect up a computer," she laughed. All three of them shared the joke, as Paul shrugged his shoulders. It was agreed that Mark would come over at the end of the week.
It took several knocks on Friday morning to get someone to open the front door but finally the door opened. To his delight Kate stood there, trying hard, but failing to hide from Mark that she had clearly forgotten the arrangement to come and sort out Paul's computer. To be fair they had had a lot going on he thought. Whilst Kate struggled to overcome the awkwardness, Mark took in the vision of loveliness in front of him.
Today Kate was wearing a white dress with black spots. The cut of the dress was breathtakingly low, giving Mark a great view of her expansive cleavage. As before her long hair hung down over her shoulders. He was delighted to have a much better view of her legs today, as they were bare and the skirt of the dress well above the knee. She wore black open-toe sandals. She was even sexier than he imagined the first time, now with a pretty dress on and makeup she looked like a model.
"You look nice," he said. "Off out somewhere special?"
