Jake
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The elevator to my penthouse floor opens. I walk out to find a woman dressed like a hippie standing on my hallway. She's older, maybe in her 50's with short red hair.
“Hello, can I help you?” I ask. It's unusual to find someone at this floor seeing as the elevator is private and doesn't stop on any of the lower floors.
She turns as if shocked to see me. She takes her huge sun glasses off and smiles at me. That's when I notice the resemblance. She has Leslie's green eyes.
“Don't bother with me young man. I'm here to see my daughter, but I think she's not home yet. I'll just take my leave.”
I step in front of her, blocking her path. Her eyes widen. “I'm Jake, Leslie's neighbour. Why don't you come inside and wait for her. She's usually back around this time.”
She watches me with suspicion. “Are you a serial killer trying to kidnap me?”
I chuckle, “No ma'am, just being a friendly neighbour.” I walk to my door and open it leaving it wide so she can come in.
“The name is Nora, not ma'am.” She scolds as she follows me inside. “My daughter didn't mention she had a neighbour, and a handsome one at that.”
I breath out a laugh. “I see where Leslie gets her straight forwardness from.”
“That's the end of our similarities personality wise. The rest is all her father.”
That peaks my interest. “Oh yeah, tell me more.”
She stares at me like she just figured me out. “I knew it, you're interested in her. Oh! this is great.” she smiles widely and claps her hands together making her bangles jingle.
“Before you start getting any ideas, what would you like to drink?” I ask her as I take off my coat and throw my keys on the table.
“A glass of wine would be fine.” I head to the kitchen pour her a glass of wine and a glass of bourbon for myself and head back to the living room.
I hand her the glass and take a seat beside her. She takes a sip before asking, “Are you single Jake?”
She doesn't waste anytime, I like her. “Yes I am. Why? Are you interested?” I wiggle my brows at her.
She laughs, smacking me on my arm playfully. “No you rascal. I can already tell you like my daughter.”
I drink my bourbon and lean on the couch. “What's not to like. She's smart, funny, drop dead gorgeous.” I get lost on my thoughts of her.
I haven't seen her since the meeting we had last week. I've never had to work so hard to keep my focus in a meeting before.
That pencil skirt she wore was like a second skin on her soft curves. And the blouse showing just a little of her cleavage was a tease everytime she leaned forward. I had to force my eyes from wondering to her.
“I can see how crazy you are about her. So, why don't I have grand babies yet?” The bourbon I was drinking goes through the wrong pipe and I start coughing.
'Grand babies!'
“Mom! What the hell!” Leslie's voice comes through the open door.
My thoughts exactly, this woman is a force of nature. “Oh shush, he seems like a fine young man. Just helping things along.” She winks at me as she gets up to go greet her daughter.
Once I've gotten over my shock, I glance towards the open door to see her staring daggers at her mother. She looks beautiful as always in her work attire.
“I'm sorry Jake. As you might have just learnt, my mother is incorrigible.” She gives her mother a hug.
I give a nervous laugh. “Well, I think she's just great.” Her glare turns to me and I grin at her.
She turns back to her mother. “What are you doing here?”
Nora shrugs, “Can't I come see my daughter. I had to see where you moved to. I can't very well not know where my child lives.”
Leslie takes her mother's hand. “Fine, let's go to my place and leave Jake in peace.”
I frown, I don't want them to leave. I was going to make a pizza for one but the thought of having company appeals to me.
“You don't have to leave on my account. I was just about to make dinner. Why don't you both join me?”
Before Leslie can object, Nora jumps in. “That's a lovely idea”.
“Great, I'll go get dinner started.” I walk towards the kitchen as Leslie starts whispering angrily at her mother.
I grin to my self as I remove the ready made pizza dough from the fridge. I love food, especially homemade food. But I prefer to prepare it myself and pizza is my guilty pleasure.
I fold my shirt to my elbows and wash my hands before I start to roll the dough. That's when Leslie walks in.
“Are you insane?” she whisper-shouts.
I stop what I'm doing and turn to her. Man, she's so sexy when she's angry. She has her arms folded on her chest pushing her breasts forward. My eyes can't help but sweep all over her body.
She snaps her fingers infront of my face. “Would you stop undressing me with your eyes. I thought we agreed to keep our distance.”
“What's the big deal? It's just dinner. Unless you're worried you won't be able to resist me.” I smirk at her which seems to annoy her more.
“Oh please! You wish.” she mumbles.
I move closer to her. So close if I lean my head down I could taste her pouty lips. Instead I lean in to her ear, brushing my lips on her lobe as I whisper, “You're damn right I do.”
A shiver runs throughout her body. I give her a cocky smile as I turn and go back to rolling my dough.
Once she's recovered, she pours herself a glass of wine. “What are you making any way?” She asks.
“Pizza, You like?”
“Who doesn't like pizza, and I have Italian blood in my veins so…” she shrugs and takes her heels off.
“What topping should I put on yours?” I ask as I take out the toppings from the fridge.
I start putting pineapples on mine. She scrunches her brows. “Pineapple on pizza is disgusting.” She says as she climbs on the kitchen island in the middle of the room.
She did not just say that, 'sacrilege'. I turn, facing her with a glare.
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