But there are good stories too!
l got called again to work outside of the apartment. First I didn’t want to go, but Ester said it was not like I had a choice, so yeah. At least I know that she truly is my boss, not a friend kind of girl.
Anyway, she took me to a part of the city which has a bit of a bad reputation, so I expected the worst to happen. It doesn’t really matter to me whether I live or die, so I only wished if I was to die that night, then let it happen quickly. So you can imagine how stunned I was when the night turned out to be more like a fairy tale!
Getting in the building turned out to be a challenge, as houses didn’t have a number in that street -I wonder how the post finds anybody…- and the man I was visiting refused to come down to the door and let me in -later I found out he was a really shy and private person. After lengthy phone calls and 20 minutes late I finally got in. The building was rather ran-down, but the apartment made my jaw drop. It was beautifully designed inside, and although it was a small apartment altogether -a kitchen, bathroom and a bedroom/living room- the designer made the most of it. The whole concept was reminiscent of a castle, only with modern and quality accessories. I loved the kitchen, it had the same shiny white tiles as in the bathroom, golden taps and sinks, really I felt like I was a princess. in a luxury setting. But the bedroom was fascinating. The walls were covered in claret silk wallpaper, heavy curtains stopped the night lights from coming in and my man showed me the tall baldachin bed where he made the most sensual love to me that I have ever had. Oh my lord, It must have been a dream.
From the moment he saw me I felt that he is amazed and surprised; he covered my whole body in kisses and from the way he looked at me from time to time my heart wanted to jump out. We talked very little, because his english was not very good -he is french, and was here visiting a potential french client-, but I don’t know, as if our bodies were speaking a secret unknown language. He touched and felt me in a way nobody did before and I just totally lost track of everything. Of time, of work and for a long time it felt like it was paradise where I am with my other half who had always been missing. He was perfect, he moved in me so attentively and skillfully and I could love him as if I had known him forever. I spent the whole night with him and we only got some sleep when the sun came up. It’s such a cliché, but I think I might be in love.
We exchanged telephone numbers, which is strictly forbidden, and I don’t want to know what Ester would do if she found out, but I just can’t risk losing him.
We ate breakfast in that wonderful kitchen. He had some yoghurt and fruit in his fridge -yeah, typical bachelor; I would have loved to make him a bit of scrambled eggs-, we had an intimate morning and I very reluctantly said goodbye to him.