A Window to Love (Windows) (Volume 1) Read Free Page B

put my finger on.
    When I woke up this morning in her bed, my first thought was
that I want more of her. She looked so beautiful with her golden blonde hair
fanned out across her pillow. Long dark lashes resting on her rosy cheeks, and
oh that mouth, full pale red lips; a perfect fit for mine. Instead of attacking
her as I wanted to, I let her sleep. Getting up, I pulled on my pants and
headed for the kitchen.
    In the light of day, I got a better view of her apartment.
Across the hall from the master bedroom was a library paneled in dark wood with
bookcases from floor to ceiling. A sliding ladder hung on rollers that ran the
length of the cases. One diamond-tucked sofa covered in caramel colored leather
faced two matching chairs. An ornate wooden table was placed between them. It
was all extremely masculine except for some fancy pillows and romantic novels
stacked on the table along with an illustrated Kama Sutra coffee table book.
Interesting.
    Crossing through the living room, I saw two large undressed windows
that looked out onto the park. The view reminded me of being in a tree-house;
lush green tops of the trees against the backdrop of the buildings that ran
along Fifth Avenue on the opposite side of the park. Between the two windows
was a fireplace surrounded by an ornately carved white marble mantle. A black
grand piano sat in front of one of the windows, I wondered if she played. The
furnishings in the room were ridged; two sofas faced each other, covered in
traditional dark grey brushed velvet with pale grey piping. A glass top coffee
table between the sofas was topped with a few art books. The only signs of a
female touch were a few decorative pillows that looked as if they have been
tossed onto the sofas without much thought.
    Next to the living room, two doors opened into a dining
room. A large standard rectangular wood table with plain wood chairs was placed
in the center of the room. A row of candles in simple glass holders served as
its centerpiece. The only item that stood out in the room that remotely
reminded me of Melissa was the crystal chandelier. It had a French flair, and
it was beautiful, like her.
    Moving through a swinging door, I entered the kitchen. I
hadn't paid much attention to it last night because I was so turned on by the
vision sitting on the island in front of me. Now standing the kitchen, I noted
the cabinetry was a natural wood colour and the appliances were stainless
steel. Again the lighting fixtures captured me; four pendants above the island
appeared to be the only personal touch in the room. There was a big window with
an area perfect for an eat-in table that sat empty. Empty. That's how the
apartment felt; empty of emotion, nothing like the beautiful woman who was full
of emotion last night as I fucked her.
    Across the hall from the kitchen, there were two more rooms;
a guest room with an en-suite bathroom and a powder room off the hallway. The
powder room had plain fixtures; stark and without decoration. The guest room
looked like a hotel room; no personal touches and definitely no warmth. It was
furnished with a standard queen-size bed and two nondescript nightstands topped
with plain lamps. Opposite the bed was a dresser with a flat screen TV and DVD
machine. Some exercise DVDs sat next to the player and on the floor were some
hand weights and a yoga mat. The en-suite bathroom was minus any décor besides
towels on a rack. There was a walk-in closet that looked like a storage
facility filled with shipping boxes marked with her last name along with the
words "mom" and "dad."  Large unpacked, taped up boxes had
gym equipment in them; a treadmill, elliptical machine, and exercise bike.
Melissa definitely had a very fit body and now I knew why.
    Trying to figure out the puzzle to this apartment, I headed
back to the kitchen in search of food to make breakfast. I brewed some coffee
with something else that reminds me of Melissa; a French press. I sliced up
some fruit I found in her