I stared down at Bruno. He was standing on his hind legs and making whiny noises, wanting to be lifted onto my lap. Bruno loved watching our neighbor just as much as I did, or maybe he only stared out of the window because he didn't have anything else to do. Which reminded me of someone whose name was Nora Clark. Never mind.
Pathetic.
Bruno let out another whine, louder this time. He was insistent and shutting him into the bathroom wouldn't work. I'd tried that two days ago and he hadn't stopped yelping until I'd let him back in. I knew I should be stricter with him but he was just too cute. Unfortunately, his actions kept distracting me from watching the events in the bedroom.
His whines got louder and with a resigned sigh I lifted him onto the desk that was positioned against windowsill. He shut up instantly and stared out of the window, leaving me to my voyeurism.
Adrian was gripping the butt of the woman so tightly, I was sure she'd have his fingerprints on her ass cheeks tomorrow. I bit my lip, wondering how my butt would look with his fingerprints on it. So far I’d only had a hand-shaped bruise on my butt once and sadly hot sex hadn’t been involved in the creation. Though, when I remembered the guy who’d caused the bruise, I was relieved.
The woman started to rotate her hips in a tempo that reminded me of a rodeo chick. I was getting dizzy just from watching her. But I had to give her that: Adrian looked pretty impressed.
I felt all hot and bothered, and let my hand wander into my panties. But just when I started to relieve some of the tension, panting alerted me to the fact that I wasn't alone. I lowered my binoculars and caught Bruno staring at me in earnest interest while his little pink tongue was hanging out of his mouth, drooling all over the scratched wood of the desk.
Not the most erotic sight. I pulled my hand out of my panties. With Bruno watching me like that, I wouldn't reach any heights tonight.
Frustrated, I returned my focus to the woman who would have an orgasm tonight and probably several more of them. She was all sweaty and moaning. My gaze focused on Adrian with his eyes closed and his lips parted in pleasure. Even his teeth looked perfect. What an overachiever.
Sadly, Bruno's loud panting spoiled the pleasure of watching Adrian. Angry at myself, at Bruno and the world in general, I threw the binoculars to the ground and stalked over to my bed where I plopped down.
Life was a bitch.
The entire week had proven that. Not only had Chris called my mobile countless times but every single agent that I'd sent my book to had rejected my work. It was frustrating and disheartening, to say the least.
***
The next day my mood hit rock bottom and even breakfast with Amy couldn't make me feel better. I hadn’t written a word all day. Instead I’d spent hours looking for a way to sell my short stories and crying over two rejections. Already late for work, I stood in front of the apartment building, wallowing in self-pity and trying to ignore Bruno who was pooping on the lawn. I pulled a plastic bag from the pocket in my coat and bent down to pick up Bruno's poop. I gagged a little when I caught a glimpse of it and was about to straighten up when I heard steps.
My head whirled around and there he was, walking out of the house. He was wearing dark jeans and a white shirt, and looked like sex on legs. He looked like he'd walked out of a fashion magazine. He was probably on his way into a fancy club to find a new woman for the night.
I stared down at myself, clad in an old coat – which covered my skimpy waitress outfit –, and holding the bag with my dog's poop in my hand.
Fan-Fucking-tastic.
Of course, the first time I met him was when I was picking up Bruno's poop. I should have foreseen that. Could my life get any worse? Maybe. He seemed very busy with his mobile, so there was a small chance that he hadn't noticed me yet. I unbuttoned my coat to show him what lay beneath and to distract him from the little baggy in my hand.
With as much grace as possible, my head held high, I walked toward the garbage can and disposed of the little poop bag. Then I walked toward my scooter, swaying my hips slightly like I'd seen some of my co-workers do. I turned my head to see how he'd liked my little show, only to be disappointed. My shoulders slumped. He was already gone. Apparently, I was invisible to him. He hadn't even noticed me. Only an old man with a poodle stared at me with parted lips. Not the kind of attention I was looking for. I got enough of that at work.
I stared down at Bruno who was watching me like I'd grown a second head. Great. Even my dog thought I was crazy. And maybe I was. I really needed to stop acting like an idiot.
My bad day turned even worse that night. For the first time since I'd moved into my new apartment, Adrian's bedroom was dark and the curtains were drawn. I sank down on my bed and sulked. Life really was a bitch.
The next two days it was the same. Adrian's window remained dark, no sign of him, and it was starting to worry me. Because I couldn't imagine spending the rest of my nights without Adrian. I'd gotten used to watching him bang girls and my dreams consisted of nothing but him. And me. Naked. On his bed.
I shouldn't be obsessing over someone I didn't even know. It was wrong. Very wrong and unhealthy but I couldn't stop.
Maybe I should try to get laid by the next man who crossed my path. But I didn't want to get laid by a random stranger. I wanted to get laid by Adrian. A small voice deep inside wondered if that was really what I wanted, but I ignored it. I groaned in frustration and buried my face in my pillow. Night three without Adrian. It was going to be a long, sleepless, nerve-wrecking night.
Chapter Five
Night four, and Adrian's window was dark. It was frustrating. What if something had happened to him? What if he'd moved away? What if he'd become a monk?
I let out a sad sigh and was about to close the curtains when Adrian's bedroom lit up. My heartbeat tripled and I almost dropped the binoculars in excitement. There he was, clad in a nice dark suit. A gorgeous brunette in a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse was loosening his tie. He was smirking at her, running his right hand through her long hair while his left hand squeezed her ass.
Bruno let out an excited yelp and I grinned at him. “He's back!” I whispered in a breathless voice.
They were kissing, Adrian's hand tangled in the woman's hair. I sank down on the windowsill in a comfortable position as I watched them dropping one piece of clothing after the other. It was sad how happy I was about his return. I didn't even know him and yet he'd become a part of my life.