Chapter 2: Could You Do Me a Favor?

I had traded only a few lines with the gorgeous young wife across the hall, yet she kept slipping into my thoughts. By the end of the day, I was so distracted I couldn't focus on work all day. On my way home, I walked in a daze. "Back already?" A sultry voice purred in my ear, and I snapped my head up. She stood in her doorway, the beauty across the hall, still in that black silk camisole. With no door between us, her figure was on full display. The hem ran so short it barely skimmed her bikini line, and her long, porcelain-pale legs were bare almost all the way up her thighs. I couldn't stop staring at all that bare skin and swallowed. Whatever had irked me earlier vanished like mist. "Are you talking to me?" "Who else would I be talking to?" She laughed, covering her red lips with her hand. As she lifted her arm, she "accidentally" nudged one strap, and nearly the full curve of her breast came into view. Damn. At least a D-cup. I gulped again, louder. She did that on purpose, no doubt about it. The tease had me so off balance that even my thoughts stuttered. "Was something in the package broken? It's fine, I'll pay you back." The words just blurted out before I could stop myself, and my heartbeat kicked even harder. But when I thought about it, the deliveryman and I had checked. That thing was sturdy as hell and looked good as new. Only the outer box had ripped, and we had patched it with clear tape. Was our taping job sloppy, or had Colette Warth spotted a flaw? And how exactly would she want me to make it up to her? Order a replacement online, or ask her to settle for what I'm packing-which, well, is a bit shorter? "Could you help me with something?" Colette Warth smiled again, cutting off my runaway thoughts. There was something inviting in her smile. "What do you need? If I can do it, say the word. We live across from each other; no need to be formal." I finally exhaled. As long as she wasn't asking me to replace that toy with the real thing, I'd be fine. I might come off as a flirt, but I was loyal to my girlfriend. In the six months she had been away, apart from getting off to 'flight attendant' videos online, I had not done a single thing to betray her. "Are you good with computers? Mine was fine this afternoon, then a blue screen popped up, and now it won't boot at all," she said, lips in a cute little pout. "Maybe you caught a virus. Let me take a look," I said. "That would be great. I was in the middle of shopping on Amazon, and this is driving me crazy." Here we go again-Amazon. Wasn't the one she had enough? How kinky was this woman? I had seen it: big and thick, about one and a half times the size of mine. I snuck a look down at myself and felt a wave of shame, and only felt the slightest relief when I noticed the deliveryman wearing the same embarrassed look. I did not bother taking in her place. I just wanted to fix the computer and hightail it out of there. I might be devoted, but shut in alone with a woman like that, I couldn't swear I'd keep my hands to myself like a monk. I strode to the computer and got to work. After some tinkering, I found it had indeed been hit with a virus. "Do you have your Windows install disc? We'll need to reinstall the operating system," I said. "I do. Let me find it. It should be in this drawer." Colette Warth moved in close, a heady perfume flooding the air. She crouched in front of me to rummage through the drawer under the desk, and her elbow brushed my thigh, whether by chance or design. Sparks raced through my body. My mind conjured her astride that dildo, wild and unashamed, lost in rapture. What would happen next? I had no idea. If she really threw herself at me, I would probably give in. My heart was hammering. Preview The alluring young wife kept teasing. Was she angling for more with me? A man and a woman living across the hall-were things only going to get hotter from here?