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That Girl — Chapter 3

A sexy girl-next-door just across the hall.

Welcome to my new offering from *Serial Stories. It’s the prequel to my sexy Points Club series titled: That Girl Across the Hall.*

It’s my story, really — how everything began. Join me on an erotic adventure that involves a psychic muse, a steamy sex club, and my new best friend.

This is chapter 3. If you haven’t read the previous chapters, check out chapter 1 here:

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I’m Marc Stevens. These stories are fictional… probably. Then again, so am I…probably.

(Author note: Amy gave me her viewpoint to include in my story. Honestly, I haven’t changed a word.)

It was going to be one of those days. Amy Wicklund bent down and stared through the keyhole of her apartment. She could see her keychain, sitting on the coffee table. So close, yet so incredibly out of reach. Car keys, lockbox key… and the damned key that would get her back into her apartment. All of them sitting right next to her cell phone.

She’d known it the moment she’d heard the door lock click behind her. “Damn it!”

Now she’d probably be late for work again, with no car keys, and locked out of her apartment, she’d have to find Mr. Hendricks, the building supervisor, to have him let her in with his master key, and that could take a while. He could be anywhere in the building, or out, and without her phone, she couldn’t call him.

How could she have been so stupid?

Well, she knew where her mind had been. Damn Kevin anyway. Even out of her life, he was screwing with her mind. She shouldn’t dwell on it, but she couldn’t help herself. How could something that started out so good have ended so badly?

And now this! She’d have to trudge downstairs and hope Mr. Hendricks was home.

Ugh!

The door opened behind her, startling her. The Smiths had moved out last week, and she didn’t think the place was even occupied.

“Can I help you with something?” The voice was strong… male.

“I locked my keys in my apartment again.” She turned to see one incredible hunk of man. He stood shirtless and confident in the doorway of the apartment across the hall from hers. God, Kevin had looked good, but this guy was amazing. His broad shoulders and solid pecs tapered down to a slim waist and ridged abs. Her eyes followed the thin line of hair that fell from his navel to the low-slung waistline of his worn jeans, and she found herself envisioning what he’d look like naked.

She dragged her errant eyes back to his face and was glad she had. A strong chin and high cheekbones were part of a handsome face topped by a tangle of ebony hair. His dark eyes seemed to bore right into her soul, and his mouth was crooked in an attractive half-smile.

They’d just met, hell, they hadn’t even met yet, and she knew she wanted this guy in bed in the worst way. Was that wrong?

When I opened the door to my apartment, I was greeted by an incredible ass. The woman was bending down, looking at the keyhole of the door across the hall, as if her stare alone would open the door, and those low-riding jeans were stretched tight across some re-Marc-able landscape. The bare expanse of skin above her waistband showed lean, toned lines and I was sure she hadn’t meant for her jeans to ride down quite that low. Still, it made for some great scenery.

“Can I help you with something?” I’d already decided I’d really like to help her out of those jeans.

“I locked my keys in my apartment again.” She stood up and turned towards me. Her soft lines and willowy body caused my cock to harden fast.

Down boy, we don’t even know her yet. Think with your head… no, the other one.

A cascade of chestnut-colored tangles spilled over her shoulders. Her eyes were dark, and her brow furrowed in frustration, but her full, red lips begged to be kissed.

Her eyes brightened as they skated down and up my body, and the frustration eased slightly in her voice. “You’re new.”

Yeah, she was checking me out too.

I nodded. “I just moved in yesterday.” I offered my hand.

She took it with a soft, but strong grip. She smelled of jasmine and spice. The air around her seemed to sizzle and pop with her sexy essence.

Her gaze, once again, traveled slowly down my body. “And you’re living right across the hall from me.” There was a sexy lilt to her voice.

I had a feeling she hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but I took it as a compliment. I shifted my gaze to the locked door behind her and considered her dilemma. “I could call the building super for you,” I offered. “You could wait in here at my place until he comes.”

This was one smokin’ hot woman. I would have had to invent an excuse to get her into place in any case, if one hadn’t presented itself already.

She lowered her eyes, shyly. “That would be nice. Thank you.”

I phoned Mr. Hendricks and he said he’d be about ten minutes. “Would you like a glass of something while we wait?”

“I… um… don’t want to interrupt whatever you’re doing,” she said. “I can wait in the hall.”

I shot her my best smile. “You’re not interrupting anything. I was just taking a break to get myself a glass of wine. Would you like one?”

It was just after noon, so I wasn’t breaking my rule: Coffee until lunchtime, wine after that. Wine is good for you. I’d read that on the internet somewhere and hadn’t even bothered checking the references. Hell, it didn’t matter who’d done the research, that was one study I could really get behind anyway.

Still, I expected she’d turn down my offer. Most people would, considering it was just a little past noon. But I had the bottle open and breathing on the kitchen counter. It seemed wrong not to offer.

To my surprise, she nodded. “A small one.” She pinched two fingers together. “The way this day is going, I could use it.”

I went to the cupboard to retrieve a couple of wine glasses. Moisture beaded on the chilled bottle of Riesling. I poured her a small portion and offered her the glass.

“Thanks.” She raised the glass to her lips and smiled.

I’d left the door open, so we could watch for Mr. Hendricks, but I was hoping he’d take his time. I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather be doing than spending time getting to know this woman.

Her eyes sparkled.

I’d place her in her mid-twenties, around my age. There was something very girl-next-door about her, which was funny because she was the girl next door… well, the girl across the hall anyway.

“It’s nice that you’re home during the day. What do you do?” she asked.

I wasn’t sure I should tell her. What the hell. I took a chance. Honesty is the best policy, they say.

“I write sexy adventure stories.” I had a few pages sitting on the printer — a sex scene I’d been tweaking. It wasn’t coming together just right. Sometimes I needed to print out a chapter or two, see it on paper, to know what was wrong.

I was probably trying too hard. Intercourse needed to flow naturally onto the page.

With my move here and the loss of Muse that morning, I was probably overthinking everything in this new story.

The woman picked up the top page and started reading. As she read, she raised her eyebrows and the corner of her mouth inched up.

“Nice.” She laid the page back on the table. “Let me know when you publish it. I want to know how that turns out.”

I laid my wine glass on the counter and edged closer to her, taking a chance. “I could show you…”

She didn’t back away. She put her glass next to mine, and closed the distance, wrapping her arms around me. “Show me.”

Her lips captured mine, and the air sizzled around us. I pulled her in, felt her pert breasts against my chest. My hand traveled down her back, grabbing that wonderful ass of hers and dragging it closer, grinding my aching erection into her stomach.

Time seemed to stand still. My tongue probed and she opened her mouth to me. Heat and desire combusted and my cock pulsed strongly, begging to be free of my jeans.

But it wasn’t destined to happen.

Lumbering footsteps in the hallway outside startled us apart. Old Mr. Hendricks appeared in the doorway. “Someone need to get into their apartment?”

She broke off the kiss. Her hot breath scorched my neck as she sighed. She was breathing as hard as I was.

“Shit, I’ve gotta go. I have to get to work.” But she hesitated, disengaging. “Tonight? Eight o’clock?” She nodded toward the doorway. “My place?” She pointed out my doorway to her apartment entrance. “It’s right there.”

Her gaze dropped and she shook her head. “But you knew that, didn’t you.”

She was flustered, which I took as a good sign. “I’ll be there. Count on it.”

She gave me one last hurried hug. The heaven her body promised left me hard and wanting. Then she left, closing the door on her way out. I stood there for long moments, breathing hard and drinking in the experience of her.

And damn, I hadn’t even asked her name. But she did have my head spinning.

I sighed and picked up the glass I’d placed on the counter. The cool white wine was refreshing but did nothing to quench the fire that was burning inside me. I sat down at my computer inspired. I knew exactly what was missing in that sex scene I’d been working on.

And I had a new muse.

… To Be Continued

I hope you enjoyed chapter 3 of That Girl Across the Hall. Chapter 4 is coming next week. And for more of my writing, check out my web site:

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Stay sexy,

Marc

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