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“Not everything, I hope. After all, a guy has to keep a little mystery around himself,” Noah drawled in laconic amusement at the door, a smirk playing over his lips.
Allee wanted nothing more than to run her hands through his long hair and kiss his impudent mouth, but she wanted to wait until they were alone. Her eyebrow twitched with the thoughts that were running through her head, that small movement arresting Noah's attention. Eyes loaded with promise, he bade Charlie farewell and made his way down to his car.
Charlie and Allee meandered their way towards Charlie’s motorcycle, chattering excitedly. Allee answered as many of Charlie's questions as her discretion allowed, and in turn, grilled Charlie about Andre. Just as Noah had predicted, Andre had asked Charlie out for a drink that night, and Charlie was both excited and nervous, as she had never dated a colleague before.
As they parted ways, Allee gave Charlie a wink and said, “I want all the gory details on Sunday night!”
Charlie laughed and nodded.
“Back at ya, babe!” she replied.
Arriving back at her complex, Allee headed for where Noah was sitting on her doorstep. At her approach, he stood and grinned, his arms open wide. She launched herself at him, feeling safe and cherished in his embrace, tilting her head up for his kiss.
“C'mon, let's get inside, grab your gear and the moggy, and go!”
Unlocking her door, she walked through, calling for Piddle. The cat peered around the corner of the stairway, glaring suspiciously at the cat-crate. Then she saw Noah, and her demeanour changed as she mewled a greeting, trotting over to rub herself over his shins, butting upwards to reach his hands. Noah gently picked the cat up, scratching under her chin, eliciting purrs from her throat as she began kneading his arms in her enjoyment.
Bending over, so she was in front of the open crate, he quietly asked, “Do you want to come over to my place for the weekend, pretty girl?” Piddle answered by walking daintily inside, turning around several times, then settling on the middle of the blanket laying there. Noah closed the crate door carefully, picked it up, and headed back out to his car, Allee following with her bag, locking the doors behind her.
Excitement pooled in her belly as Noah started the car and smoothly pulled away, aware of his precious cargo.
They drove the fifteen minutes to Browns Plains, bypassing the Motorway exit and taking the slip-road towards Beaudesert. Allee watched as they passed houses, went through a sign-posted duck crossing, before turning onto Noah’s street and pulling up at a high-set house, with sunflowers and a miniature windmill in the front garden. It boasted a single car lock-up garage at the front, with another double garage to one side and a car port in front of the house, which provided shade to the front door and windows. Upstairs, a balcony looked over the garden and the high fences surrounding it.
Once he had parked under the car port, Noah got out Piddle's cat-crate, carrying it as he unlocked and walked through the front door. Allee unbuckled her own seat belt and followed Noah inside. What she saw surprised her.
Inside the front door was an expansive tiled space bereft of furniture. On the left was a blank wall, and on the right was a polished timber staircase leading upstairs. Directly opposite the front door was what appeared to be the back door, and Allee could see that two doors were leading off at the rear right-hand corner of the large space.
Noah gestured to the furthermost door, “Laundry.” He opened the other door, and Allee followed him through. She saw a large, rectangular room with bookcases built into the triangular space under the stairs. Bookcases also lined the front wall, which had a red-brick façade. Along the other wall, underneath the windows, ran a long bench with computer towers monitors, and other machines. Noah simply announced, “Office”, before pointing towards another door at the rear of the room, and said, “Full bathroom.” He then turned and walked back out, turning and heading up the stairs, still carrying Piddle's cat-crate. Allee followed, in awe. As she reached the top of the stairs, she could see soft, thick carpeting and glass sliding doors that led to the front balcony.
Stepping onto the carpet, she looked around at Noah's lounge. Set up on the wall facing her was a massive flat-screen television with an entertainment unit underneath. Looking up, she could see a large projector bolted into one of the exposed overhead beams and noticed a retractable screen set on the wall above the television. Against the wooden balustrades, facing the television, was a black leather two-seat couch, and there was also an ebony open-backed shelving unit to the left, dividing the lounge room from the kitchen. She continued forward, glimpsing the kitchen as she walked past, before following Noah down the polished timber hallway, passing an empty room, large enough to contain a double bed, the open wardrobe doors revealing empty depths. Noah took the last door on the left, and Allee followed him, her mouth gaping at the space she had just stepped into. Wooden shutters were open over the windows opposite her, and below them sat a massive bed with a wrought iron and timber frame. Allee swallowed as images flooded through her head at the possibilities for the weekend.
Setting Piddle's crate on the rug covering the timber floor, Noah opened it so that she could explore as Allee took in the rest of the room. There were a pair of timber and metal bedsides on either side of the bed. The wall to her right contained framed pictures above a dresser, and the left held shelves above a low bookcase. Turning around, Allee could see that the rear wall was actually a passageway, with hanging space and shelving on either side. It led to a luxurious and modern en suite, with a king-sized shower stretching across the rear of the room.
“So, you've seen some of the house, want to see the rest?” Noah shifted on his feet, and Allee realised he was nervous about what she thought of his home.
“I'd love to see the rest Noah, what I've seen so far is amazing!” Allee smiled encouragingly, and Noah heaved a visible sigh of relief. He grinned, held one arm out, and ushered her from the bedroom.
The rest of the house was just as understatedly extravagant. She stepped out onto the decking to admire the backyard. On two levels, the lower part led to a higher grassy space at the rear, containing the clothesline, a garden bed with a couple of eucalypts and smaller shrubs, as well as a small garden shed. This upper level then sloped down towards the side of the house, where Allee could see a double gate situated in part of the fence. The lower level of the yard was paved and followed the back of the house and underneath the deck. A path led from the back door, past a screened-off enclosure, and up some paved steps to the clothesline. The area next to the back door and underneath the deck acted as an outdoor barbecue and dining room, with in-built benches and backs hollowed into long planters between the supporting posts. A screened area on the other side of the back door proved to be the remodelled cat enclosure. Inside was a smaller section containing a fishpond enclosed separately, with a stone bench nestled amongst the greenery. The rest of the area held a converted cubbyhouse with a part paved, part grassed section. Climbing frames, cat toys, and cat hammocks littered the enclosure, and Allee guessed that Noah had done this specifically for Piddle's visit. She swung around to face him, his gaze intently on her. Allee threw her arms around him, pressing kisses all over his face.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you! This is wonderful. Piddle will never want to leave!”
Noah mumbled something under his breath, and Allee didn't quite catch what he'd said. She looked at him questioningly, but he shook his head and didn't repeat it.
“What do you think, Allee? Do you like my home?”
“It's wonderful, and I think I'm going to enjoy spending this weekend here.”
“Shall we go back inside and have dinner?”
“I think that's a great idea. Plus, little-miss Piddle is probably searching for her food as well.”
They left, arm-in-arm, and went back upstairs.
Back in Springwood, Stuart sat in his motel room seething. All week he had sat and watched Allee's work, forced to observe as she flirted with her male colleagues and behaved with outrageous indiscretion around other women. The year since she had been away from his influence had not improved her. The only improvement he could see had been some weight loss.
He’d been unable to discover how Allee made her way to work. But there was a bus stop nearby, so first, he would have to watch the local bus stops, and if she didn't live too far away, it would be easy to follow behind her on foot. Stuart could feel the trap beginning to close around Allee, and he smiled. He could be patient when needed, and right now, he was a very patient man indeed. Rushing this wouldn’t work. He wanted to draw it out for as long as he could. Just the thought of him terrorising Allee for weeks on end made him hard, so he leaned back on the bed, opened his fly, and began stroking himself as he imagined different scenarios until his cock pulsed, jetting hot, thick cum over his fist.
Chapter Eighteen
