you?” He shrugs.
“For a bit, but I wanted to get this out of the way before we land, which will be in about thirty minutes.” I walk over and sit behind him on the sofa and begin to massage his shoulders, his muscles are all knotted up, and I work away at them silently. He grabs one of my hands and kisses the palm before returning to reading the papers in front of him.Out of nowhere, Connor appears in the kitchen doorway.
“These omelets are almost ready, hope you’re hungry.” With spatula in hand he gives me a little wave before disappearing again behind the wall. Sensing my confusion Leland sets his paper down once again.
“Connor had some things to take care of where we’re going, so I let him ride along.” Leland already told me that Connor was going through a long, drawn out divorce. If Connor needed to take care of something that required he go out of state that was probably it. Which means we’re going to New York.
“Are we going to New York?” I can see the smile even though I am behind him.
“You always were smart, yes dear, we are.” I’ve always wanted to go to New York, which I shared with him one night during pillow talk.
“I’m going to go get dressed before we land.” Rising I start toward the bedroom.
“You look great the way you are, plus that elastic waistband makes for easy access.” He winks and watches my ass as I walk away.
In the bedroom, I open my suitcase to find that Leland has packed lingerie, one pair of jeans and one t-shirt. I’m interrupted by the captain’s voice coming through the speaker, “We will be starting our descent into Morristown Municipal Airport in five minutes.” I dress quickly in the jeans and t-shirt and head back for some breakfast, I hope Leland wasn’t planning on staying more than a day.
Chapter 27
The drive from Morristown, New Jersey took about forty minutes, and by 9 am we were standing in Times Square deciding where to go shopping for some more clothes. I’m pretty sure he packed light on purpose. We decide to try a few small shops, and end up with more clothes than I need for a weekend visit to New York, but after fighting him in the first two stores I gave up and let him buy what he wanted. Carrying bags around Manhattan is quite problematic with all the people around, so Leland hails a cab to take us to his apartment.
We arrive in the Upper West Side and stand outside a massive building, where a man greets Leland and opens the door for us both. Inside the lobby of his building has the feel of an old cigar room. A deep purple rug runner extends over the hardwood floors from the front door to the concierge desk, flanked by deep purple sofas about halfway between. The walls are painted a beautiful shade of bronze with wall lighting shining onto beautiful paintings in black frames. To the left of the concierge desk is a bank of mailboxes. To either side of the concierge desk, are two narrow hallways, walking down the hallway to the right we wait for the elevator.
Inside the elevator, the buttons indicate that there are twenty-one floors, Leland presses the button marked twenty-one. The ride up is short, and ends with us stepping out into a small foyer area with a small table, a door marked stairs, and another door with 2100 next to it. Approaching the door, Leland pushes a key in and opens the door.
“After you.” Holding the door open, he motions me inside. I don’t know what I expected to find inside Leland’s apartment, but I’m surprised at how big it is. All I have ever heard is how tiny everything is in New York. Clearly they were not talking about this place. I’m standing in a small hallway about four feet long, with a single closet on my right side. The hallway opens to a large two-story room with floor to ceiling windows that look out over the Hudson River. The living room is filled with a white sofa, two white chairs, and four black tables, and a bright turquoise shag rug is positioned underneath it all. Off
“For a bit, but I wanted to get this out of the way before we land, which will be in about thirty minutes.” I walk over and sit behind him on the sofa and begin to massage his shoulders, his muscles are all knotted up, and I work away at them silently. He grabs one of my hands and kisses the palm before returning to reading the papers in front of him.Out of nowhere, Connor appears in the kitchen doorway.
“These omelets are almost ready, hope you’re hungry.” With spatula in hand he gives me a little wave before disappearing again behind the wall. Sensing my confusion Leland sets his paper down once again.
“Connor had some things to take care of where we’re going, so I let him ride along.” Leland already told me that Connor was going through a long, drawn out divorce. If Connor needed to take care of something that required he go out of state that was probably it. Which means we’re going to New York.
“Are we going to New York?” I can see the smile even though I am behind him.
“You always were smart, yes dear, we are.” I’ve always wanted to go to New York, which I shared with him one night during pillow talk.
“I’m going to go get dressed before we land.” Rising I start toward the bedroom.
“You look great the way you are, plus that elastic waistband makes for easy access.” He winks and watches my ass as I walk away.
In the bedroom, I open my suitcase to find that Leland has packed lingerie, one pair of jeans and one t-shirt. I’m interrupted by the captain’s voice coming through the speaker, “We will be starting our descent into Morristown Municipal Airport in five minutes.” I dress quickly in the jeans and t-shirt and head back for some breakfast, I hope Leland wasn’t planning on staying more than a day.
Chapter 27
The drive from Morristown, New Jersey took about forty minutes, and by 9 am we were standing in Times Square deciding where to go shopping for some more clothes. I’m pretty sure he packed light on purpose. We decide to try a few small shops, and end up with more clothes than I need for a weekend visit to New York, but after fighting him in the first two stores I gave up and let him buy what he wanted. Carrying bags around Manhattan is quite problematic with all the people around, so Leland hails a cab to take us to his apartment.
We arrive in the Upper West Side and stand outside a massive building, where a man greets Leland and opens the door for us both. Inside the lobby of his building has the feel of an old cigar room. A deep purple rug runner extends over the hardwood floors from the front door to the concierge desk, flanked by deep purple sofas about halfway between. The walls are painted a beautiful shade of bronze with wall lighting shining onto beautiful paintings in black frames. To the left of the concierge desk is a bank of mailboxes. To either side of the concierge desk, are two narrow hallways, walking down the hallway to the right we wait for the elevator.
Inside the elevator, the buttons indicate that there are twenty-one floors, Leland presses the button marked twenty-one. The ride up is short, and ends with us stepping out into a small foyer area with a small table, a door marked stairs, and another door with 2100 next to it. Approaching the door, Leland pushes a key in and opens the door.
“After you.” Holding the door open, he motions me inside. I don’t know what I expected to find inside Leland’s apartment, but I’m surprised at how big it is. All I have ever heard is how tiny everything is in New York. Clearly they were not talking about this place. I’m standing in a small hallway about four feet long, with a single closet on my right side. The hallway opens to a large two-story room with floor to ceiling windows that look out over the Hudson River. The living room is filled with a white sofa, two white chairs, and four black tables, and a bright turquoise shag rug is positioned underneath it all. Off
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