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Maybe it’s because I’ve never seen such a perfect woman before in my entire life.
I don’t know what it is, but I do know I need to see her again as soon as possible…and alone.
“Yeah, you could say that,” she laughs. “I live really close.”
“How close are we talking?”
Her body pivots slightly and she points to the apartment building right next to my house.
“Next door.”
Chapter Three
Penelope
The second I got accepted to Tulane last spring I started looking at Zillow trying to find Bishop’s house.
And the second I did I started looking for rentals close by.
And I sure did luck out when I found one right next door.
I was sure we’d “accidentally” bump into each other in the first few weeks, but it’s been just over two months since the semester started so I had to take matters in my own hands.
Just like I had to take matters into my own hands by coming here.
I’m from Oak Ridge, Louisiana and although they’re not from there it’s kind of ironic that the famous band the Oak Ridge Boys chose that name, because there are hardly any boys in Oak Ridge, the thriving metropolis of one hundred and thirty three strong.
Yes, not even one hundred and fifty people in the world can claim to be from where I’m from.
And sure, there are a few boys there, but certainly no men…not since Bishop left his teaching job in Monroe, Louisiana the second he got accepted for a teaching position at Tulane.
And boy are there ever some things I’d like for him to teach me.
I lie in my bed on my side with my small reading light on and the window open. I’ve got the main curtain opened and just the thin one “shut.” But with the light on I’m sure Bishop could see inside my room if he wanted to.
And from the way he looked at me today I know he wants to.
God, he is so hot. And the power I felt when I saw what I was doing to him made me feel a moistness in-between my legs in that tight spandex costume that could have been very revealing.
But Amber and I weren’t there long. I didn’t want this to be anymore than a routine candy stop although I think she knows it was so much more.
And I can think of the ways my infatuation with Bishop can be so much more too.
After Amber’s mom came by and picked her up I couldn’t help but think about having a family of my own with Bishop.
It was so fun spending the day with her today. It took us the whole afternoon to find the heavy, black, round frame glasses she needed for her costume as Edna Mode from The Incredibles. And when we finally did find the glasses they didn’t have them in a kid’s size so the huge frames engulfed her cute little chubby face. It was so adorable I swear we were taking pictures for half an hour before we left to go trick or treating.
And apparently I wasn’t the only one who thought she looked cuter than the dickens. She made off like a bandit tonight.
But I’m the one who’s thinking like a thief now. All I can think about is how much I want to steal Bishop’s heart and how I want to give him a treat that’s oh so sweet.
My first time.
Something changed inside me two years ago when I saw him at his going away party that my dad threw. I was still a kid then, only sixteen, but for the first time I felt something for a man and I knew it was more than just a crush.
And then he up and moved away.
And it’s been two years since I’ve seen him.
Sometimes my dad drives down to New Orleans and they spend a day together doing fun things or even going fishing on the Bayou, but Bishop never comes back home to visit, even though he’s technically still our next door neighbor back home as well.
He’s got the nicest house “in town,” but right now it just sits empty. It served as a constant reminder of him missing from my life and I was determined to get into Tulane and find him and let him know how I felt about him, one way or another.
And maybe tomorrow will be my chance.
He told me the professors are having a haunted house for charity and he asked me if I wanted to go.
Of course I jumped at the opportunity to jump from some scares at the haunted house.
And it gives me the perfect opportunity to jump into those big strong arms of his too.
I’m already imagining all the devilish things I hope we do together when suddenly my mind pops back into the present.
I stare out the window and I swear I see him walk by his own window, pausing for just a second and his head turning towards my apartment.
