Page 105 of Greed

I hurry toward the bed. It’s not the most comfortable I’ve ever slept in, but it’s large and right now it’s calling my name.

Just as I’m about to tug my pink T-shirt over my head and unbutton my jeans, I turn to the windows.

The building next door is close. It’s also home to many apartments with dozens of windows.

Several of the windows are shuttered with curtains and blinds. Subtle hints of light peek around the edges. A few apartments don’t have any window coverings and they’re backlit enough that I can make out what’s happening in the homes of my neighbors.

Television sets flicker, a woman dances past a window, and then my gaze settles on the apartment directly across from mine.

I know that the low light coming from the lamp in the corner makes me visible to the person standing with their back to me.

There’s a light on in their apartment too. It’s not too bright, more of a gentle glow that casts just enough warmth that I can see the shape of a man. He’s tall with broad shoulders.

When he turns, I lean closer to the window to get a better look.

He does the same. His gaze locks with mine and a shiver of excitement runs through me.

He’s gorgeous. He has dark hair and a chiseled jaw.

He slides his suit jacket off, and I long for him to open each of the buttons on his white dress shirt.

He does. He unbuttons them one-by-one and as he reaches the last, he stops and rests both hands on the glass.

I hold my breath wanting more, but then he turns abruptly, walks away from the window and leaves me wondering when I’ll see him again.