She licked her lips and half smiled and half waved at him, thinking he was going to come over and introduce himself. But then he turned up his driveway as he stepped onto his porch and walked inside his house, slamming the door behind him.
Rude. There was only one word for him. Well, maybe two, she thought. Gorgeous and rude.
She finally entered her new home and was pleasantly surprised that it was fully furnished like they had promised. And the furniture was more than she ever expected. It was amazing and straight from a chic magazine. They seemed to know her personality better than she did.
As she entered into the living room she heard a loud rumble outside as she walked over to the window and peaked out, her breath catching in her throat. The nameless hot neighbor next door was riding out of his garage on a Harley, still wearing his shorts and tennis shoes. Then he parked her and shut if off while he disappeared back into the garage.
She stayed there far too long waiting for him to come back out but he was no where to be found. When her phone rang she nearly jumped out of her skin.
"H-hello?"
"Molly!! How are you liking Florida? How's the house?"
She smiled, "Pierre! It's alright, a little too hot and sunny for me but I'm sure I'll get used to it. And the house is perfect! I will have to personally thank Noah when I see him on Monday morning."
Pierre laughed into the phone, "honey, you should be thanking me! He gave me the company credit card and said go crazy." He laughed, "I'm coming over. I have waited weeks to meet you."
Molly looked down at herself, her cheeks going red, "you're coming over right now?"
"Yeah! Why? Are you not there?"
"N-no, I'm here." She stepped away from the window and walked towards her luggage, "I just don't want you to meet me while I look the way I do."
He laughed again, "honey, I wouldn't care if you were wearing nothing but a potato sack! I'll be there in twenty! Ciao!"
Then he hung up and Molly stood there in her new silent house. She grabbed her luggage then and tugged the heavy beast up the stairs until she found the room that was obviously the master, a sign taped to the door and signed by Pierre, "Welcome to Florida, Molly! Enjoy your new casa!"
She opened the door and her jaw nearly fell to the floor. The room was almost the same size as her apartment back in Seattle. A California King bed greeted her with a purple plush bench at the end. The huge windows overlooked the city of Miami and the ocean far beyond, while another window faced the nameless neighbors house. There was a lounging chaise on the other side of the room next to the door that led to her master bath and walk-in closet. If she were more of a girly-girl, this was be a dream come true! But she still equally appreciated it being an IT nerd.
She threw her luggage onto the bed and started rummaging for something presentable to wear during Pierre's surprise visit. She didn't have much to choose from so she settled on a pair of skinny jeans and a black Led Zeppelin tee shirt and her trusty converse's.
Molly headed back downstairs when she heard the motorcycle next door come to life again, and she found herself running into the living room to peak out the window.
She watched the nameless neighbor come out of his garage again, but fully dressed this time. She watched as he slicked his hair back in a sexy manner before sliding on his sunglasses. Then she panicked as she saw him look in her direction, but he wasn't looking at her. No, he was looking at the guy walking across the lawn from her house to his.
"What the heck is he doing?" Molly whisper yelled, still intently watching.
She obviously couldn't hear what they were saying but they shook hands and she watched the nameless guy grin, his beautiful teeth exposed, as he laughed. Then she watched the other man point at her place as they both looked in her direction again and she couldn't help but notice the nameless guy put a scowl back on his face as he slowly nodded. Then he laughed at the guy once more before sliding onto his motorcycle and taking off.
Molly sighed, knowing what she was doing was creepy and wrong, but she could watch him from her window all day long.
Then her doorbell rang and she jumped, smacking her head against the blinds.
She made her way to the door as she opened it to reveal the guy she had just seen talking to the nameless guy next door.
"Pierre?"
"Hey, honey..." he held his arms open as he came in for a hug. Molly wasn't a big hugger but went along with it anyways.
Pierre wasn't what she expected at all. He had dark tanned skin with almond shaped eyes, light brown hair and a grin to die for. If he wasn't gay, she'd be into him.
"It's so good to meet you!" Pierre held her back, taking a good look at her, "by the way, I met your next door neighbor," he fanned himself, "somebody call the firemen cause I am on fire!"
Molly burst out laughing as her cheeks went red, "what did you say to him?"
"Oh, well...I obviously saw him when I got out of my car and I just had to go say hi. Ya never know when another man is gay, thought I'd give it a try for him being as hot as he is, but sadly, he's straight as an arrow." He pouted his lip, "but I introduced myself, told one of my fabulous jokes, and told him I was your friend and told him your name. However... he didn't seem too pleased when I mentioned you. Have you two met already?"
Molly wasn't surprised to hear that, "we sort of bumped into each other at the airport. And when I say bump, I mean I slammed into him nearly knocking his bag out of his hand." She covered her face, "and then I was watching him as he got into his car and he watched me face plant after tripping on someone else's luggage."
Pierre squeezed his lips tight trying not to laugh.
"It's not funny! It was incredibly embarrassing."
Pierre shrugged, "I do embarrassing shit all the time. Just remember to laugh at yourself, it's more sexy."
"I don't do sexy, Pierre."
Pierre looked her up and down, "I can clearly see that, but there is seriously some potential there! Who knew you had a figure like this!" He spun her around and whistled.
She was strawberry red when she stopped spinning, "what else did he say?"
He laughed, "girl, you haven't officially met the guy yet and you've got it bad."
"I do not!" Molly retorted, crossing her arms over her shoulders.
"Ya do! But anyways, he told me his name is Dominick and that he likes puppies and walks on the beach."
Molly laughed again, playfully smacking Pierre, "he did not!"
Pierre laughed, "no, but I can only imagine what the boy likes...mmm, mmmm."
Molly sighed again just thinking about the guy next door. Dominick. What a sexy name to match the sexy guy.
Then Pierre snapped his fingers in front of her face, "earth to Molly! You've got a little drool on your chin."
She wiped at her chin but there was nothing there. She had to stop being so gullible. "Very funny."
"It's okay, I wiped my chin on my walk back over here." He walked passed her and into the kitchen, "let's pop a bottle of wine and go sit out on the front porch, it is gorgeous tonight!"
She heard Pierre pop the wine bottle and grab a few wine glasses as he clunked his way back into the entry way. They went out onto the porch and took a seat on the swinging bench as Pierre poured them some wine. The evening really was beautiful as she closed her eyes and took all the smells and sounds in.
Sitting here with Pierre was like sitting next to a friend she'd known her whole life. After all, they had been talking and becoming best friends for weeks now, so it was no surprise that they would still connect in person.
"You're going to love the firm, Molly. Everyone there is fabulous and we get to go on trips and Noah spoils us all rotten. You're lucky that he chose you over all the applicants. We were all surprised when he hired someone as fresh and new to the field as you are, but after I got to know you, I know why..."
Molly cocked her head at him, "what do you mean?"
Pierre snort laughed, "please... like you don't know."
Molly honestly had no idea what he was talking about, "I don't..."
"Fine, let me spell it out for you. You are a fine piece of IT tech ass! That's why Noah even interviewed you, then he saw that you were actually smart and it was a no-brainer for him."
Molly felt her cheeks flush again, "that's a bit unsettling."
Pierre laughed, "don't worry, Noah won't hit on you in the office. He'll wait until it's free play... like when we go clubbing or out for thirsty Thursday."
"Maybe I will be busy on those days."
Pierre scoffed, "you wouldn't leave your best friend hanging would you? Besides... if Noah does hit on you, you'd be one lucky girl! He is seriously one fine piece of ass."
Then they heard the sound of the Harley rumble back up the street as they both went silent and watched intently.
Then Pierre whispered, "well, not a fine piece of ass like him, but he's fuck-able."
Molly couldn't react to his statement because she was still so transfixed on Dominick. He drove into his driveway and parked. He shut off the bike and stood up, slicking back his hair as he took off his sunglasses.
"Hey there!" Pierre called to him and Molly smacked him, holding her breath.
Dominick stopped and looked over, half smiling while he gave a small wave.
"Would you like to join us, hot stuff? We've got alcohol!" Pierre held up the bottle of wine.
She couldn't hear it but she saw Dominick laugh as he shook his head and yelled back, "let's have a rain-check, brother! I've got work to do."
"For you... anytime is open!" Pierre yelled back.
Again, Dominick laughed and went inside.
Molly couldn't believe the things Pierre was yelling to him. She would never have the guts to say things like that to him, or anybody, for that matter. She wasn't a very open person at all.
Then Pierre turned to her and finished off his wine, "I should leave, darling. BUT, I will be back tomorrow and I'll take you grocery shopping and help you get settled in. Maybe we can even have a BBQ with some of the people from the firm so you can meet them before work. A BBQ is a much better setting for first impressions." Pierre leaned over and kissed her cheek before he stood up from the swinging bench and made his way off the porch towards his little Honda Civic.
Molly sat there quietly as she watched Pierre drive off. The evening air was cooling off but the wine she was currently drinking was adding to the wine she previously had at the airport and she was drunk.
She slowly got off the swinging bench, nearly falling a few times, before she was distracted by a vehicle pulling into Dominick's driveway. She froze and watched, too drunk to realize she was openly staring.
Two beautiful women got out of the car. One was blonde and the other was brunette. Molly had never seen such beautiful women in person before. Then a man got out and he was tall, lean and sexy too. She couldn't help but stare, her mouth falling open as she held onto the porch beam and rested her head against it, watching the scene in front of her.
She then watched Dominick come out the front door and greet his guests with a big smile, hugging the brunette and kissing her cheek. He hugged the others and gestured for them to go inside. They walked ahead of him as she watched Dominick stop and turn to stare at her, an unhappy scowl on his face.
She let out a small yelp as she backed up and tripped on her own foot, falling hard to the porch and letting out a groan and a curse. She only cursed when she was drunk and right now she was plastered.
Molly didn't look to see if Dominick was still there as she crawled into the house and into the living room to peak out the window once more. Dominick was no longer outside.
She let a relieved breath go as she backed away from the window. "Stop this, Molly..." she slurred out before heading up the long flight of stairs one at a time to her new bedroom.
She turned the light on and walked to her luggage on the bed and found a tank top to fall asleep in. Then she pulled her Led Zeppelin shirt over her head, getting her arms and head tangled as she backed away from the bed and fell onto her chaise in the corner. Giggling, she was able to finally get the shirt off as she stood up and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor.
As she turned, she looked out the window facing Dominick's house and she screamed as she saw him standing in the window watching her, a small grin on his face. Then she looked down and saw she was standing there shirtless, her breasts wide open for him to see, as she let out another scream and cupped her breasts, jumping away from the window. She threw on the tank top and tugged her jeans downwards as she shut off her bedroom light.
She slowly walked back to the window and saw that Dominick was no longer standing there, but when she got a closer look, her mouth dropped open and her arousal spiked.
Her breathing was quickening as she watched him fuck the blonde girl in his bed. He clearly had no shame and didn't care who saw because his curtains were wide open and he had a light on. She watched as he took her roughly, slamming into her from behind as she threw her head back, her mouth open, and she swore she could hear her scream. Hell, Molly would be loud too if she was with him.
She groaned, not wanting to think about that at the moment, but she couldn't help it. Her eyes were transfixed on Dominick fucking the blonde in his bedroom and she couldn't help but picture herself underneath him at that very moment. She slid her hand up to her breast, needing to feel something against her aching breast as she bit her bottom lip. It was like having her own personal porno to watch.
Then he looked up and locked eyes with her and she froze, her hand still on her breast as she watched him fuck the blonde while he stared at her, he grinned while giving Molly a dark, seductive stare.
"Jesus!" she cried out and moved away from the window and crawled into bed. It was too much for her, but as she laid down in bed, she couldn't help but touch herself to thoughts of her sexy next door neighbor, and what he might do to her if he was here right now.