waste the effort on me.”
“I don’t think it’s wasted effort. Half my clients don’t even know what Veuve Clicquot is. It’s nice to be with someone who appreciates some of the same things I do.”
That did it. The ice was broken, and as we talked about the champagne, and about ourselves, I found myself liking Riley more and more. Sure, he had that real-estate agent-y vibe to him, but he had not questioned a single complaint of mine that day, and he had not tried to sell me on anything I hadn’t liked. If I had to describe his behavior, I’d say he was being a perfect gentleman, and he seemed to be impressed by my house-hunting knowledge…not to mention my fine dining background as we talked about restaurants around town.
I could feel the champagne starting to work, making me a little giggly and giving me that delightful warm feeling in the pit of my stomach. I was almost afraid to find an apartment that day because it would mean not spending any more time with Riley. Then again, I could feel his eyes on me as I read down the menu, and his foot brushed mine under the table, but he didn’t move it. I smiled to myself as I took another sip of champagne.
After lunch, we looked at about a dozen more apartments. At one point, Riley let his hand rest on my knee in the car, and I let him, discreetly looking out the window as he left it there.
I told Riley the ones I was interested in, and he promised to follow up on them. I’ll admit, I included one of them because as we walked up the stairs to the second floor, I got a great view of his ass and imagined what it would taste like if I were eating him out. I nearly got a boner right there, but I controlled myself, and by the time we got to the apartment, I was good to go again. If I moved in there, I’d have that image in my head every day, and that was definitely an incentive.
Finally, we walked out of the last building we saw, a fixer-upper in West Hollywood, and it was time to call it a day. I asked Riley if there were any more apartments to see, and he looked at me for a brief moment, biting his lip.
“What is it?” I asked him.
“Should we call it a day? We’ve got plenty of options already….”
“But?” I asked. Clearly there was something he wasn’t telling me.
“Well, there is one more place I’d like to show you….” He trailed off. “If you’re not too tired, that is.”
I definitely was tired, but I didn’t want my day with Riley to end. “I’m game if you are,” I replied.
Relief washed over his face as he smiled and brushed his wavy hair back from his face. “Great, let’s go.”
We drove for a few more minutes up into the hills above West Hollywood. I didn’t know where he was taking me. All the buildings up there are houses, and I certainly couldn’t afford them on my film executive’s salary. Still, I was curious.
It was getting dark by then, but the top was still down, so it was cold in the car. I leaned in a little closer to Riley so I would be warmer. I felt his shoulder rub against mine as he leaned back toward me, too. We drove in silence, farther and farther up the windy, narrow streets, up into the hills.
Finally, we pulled into a little driveway. I couldn’t see the house clearly because it was below the level of the road and it was completely dark. Riley said to give him a second, and he hopped out. A second later, he was inside the house and it was blazing with lights. I got out of the car and walked to the house. It was a beautiful little building, with floor-to-ceiling windows, a flat roof, and incredible views of the city from the back patio. I could see all of Los Angeles lit up below me and it took my breath away.
I walked in the front door and noted the beautiful stone floors in the foyer and sunken living room. The entire house was very contemporary, with clean lines, bare surfaces, dark-colored materials, and very modern furniture. The kitchen had granite counters and all new appliances. The bathrooms were all marble and glass. I wandered into the master bedroom and was taken aback by the bed, with a huge white Lucite headboard, and white-on-white sheets like you’d find in a fancy hotel. It fronted on a 360-degree fireplace like those kinds you see in Swiss chalets. The closet was almost as big as the room itself, and it was lined with shelves carrying shoes and cashmere sweaters, and racks upon racks of neatly lined-up suits.
I looked around the second bedroom, and the small office that opened off the living room. Everything was perfectly in its place. The walls were lined with shelves that held tons of books on every subject from design to wine to travel to literature. Whoever lived here, they definitely had interesting tastes.
I could tell that the house was out of my price range. Why had Riley brought me here? I called out for him, not knowing where he had gotten to. I poked around the kitchen again and even took a look in the fridge. There was not much in there except for a few bottles of Veuve Clicquot. That was interesting.
I started to realize something as I walked back toward the master bedroom. I called out for Riley again, trying to figure out where he was. As I entered the room, my question was answered. The fireplace had been lit. A tray with two champagne flutes and a bottle of Veuve sat next to it. And there, reclining on his side in the bed waiting for me, all tan skin, rippling muscles, and playful grin, was Riley. Completely naked.
I was speechless for a second, just taking in the sight of him. He looked even better out of his suit than he had in it. His skin was flawless. He had just a little patch of auburn chest hair that matched the hair on his head and two little spirals of it around his small, red nipples. His stomach was as flat as a washboard, with a narrow line of hair running down the center of it from his pecs down the groove between his ab muscles and down to his furry belly button. His happy trail continued to a patch of light brown pubes that framed his short, fat cock in a perfect semicircle. He was leaning on one of his powerful arms, the triceps curving beautifully, while the other lay in front of him, his fingers tapping impatiently on the bedspread.
“So, what do you think?” he asked puckishly.
“I guess this house isn’t actually for rent,” I said, giving away nothing.
“No,” he said bashfully, still unsure of how I felt.
“This is where you live, isn’t it?”
Still coy, he admitted, “Yes.”
“And all those horrible places you dragged me to this afternoon?” I asked him.
“I…well, I wanted to spend more time with you.”
“I see,” I murmured, flattered but still hiding the smile I could feel creeping up at the corner of my lips.
He started to get up, embarrassed, as I walked over to the bed, but I gently pushed him back down, letting my hand linger on his hard chest.
“I definitely like the view,” I said, nonchalantly continuing our real-estate conversation as I stroked his chest, “but I’m going to have to explore every nook and cranny before I know whether I want to take it.”
“That sounds like a good plan,” Riley said, smiling at me again with those big, honey-colored eyes as he pulled my face toward his to kiss me.
I loved being totally dressed lying on top of his completely naked frame, and I ran my fingertips down his bare throat, then fondled his chest and lightly pinched his nipples to pointy hardness before rubbing his taut stomach. Then I brushed my fingers along his furry happy trail and tousled his springy bush of pubic hair. Every so often, I would let my fingers brush past the rubbery stalk of his dick, just to tease him. Each time I did that, he kissed me harder.
He smelled so good, like the expensive Kiehl’s products I’d seen lined up in the bathroom, and his skin was so soft and smooth and warm under my touch. He had very little body hair except for some light blond hairs on his forearms and darker, thicker hair on his legs, though that was pretty wispy, too.
I rolled over him and onto my back on the bed, pulling him on top of me so that his legs were straddling my hips. He sat up as he unbuttoned my shirt, and I took the opportunity to rub every square inch of his lithe torso and wrap my