Adriana Martin

The door opens. To my great surprise, Adriana is wearing nothing but a purple-and-black bra and black lace panties. She’s gorgeous, and I would have said she was 32 at most. She’s quite surprised to see me, but doesn’t seem embarrassed at all. I can feel my cock spring to life in record time. I guess the movement catches her attention, because she looks down. Her eyes fix on the bulge in my pants, and she licks her lips. Then she looks back up at me and says in a throaty purr, “Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Adriana Martin.”

I swallow hard and manage to keep my voice mostly under control. “Yes, ma’am, I know. I’m Iain Roberts, the new building manager. I’m going around introducing myself to the tenants—I’m sorry I came at a bad time.”

Adriana looks me slowly up and down and gives me a smile like a cat contemplating a canary. “Oh, you didn’t come at a bad time at all. I’m just waiting for my husband Paul to come home for . . . lunch. I thought he might have come home early.” She holds out a slim hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Iain.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” I say, shaking her hand.

“Why so formal?” she purrs. “Call me Adriana. Is there anything you want from me?” Is it my imagination, or was there a slight stress on the word “want”?

“Actually, yes, ma—Adriana,” I reply, stumbling a little over her name. I hand her my business card with my cell number on it. “I’d like to get pictures of all the tenants in the building to help me learn who everyone is; if you would be so good as to text me a picture, I would appreciate it.”

“I would love to,” Adriana replies, looking at my number. “I would also love to invite you in to get to know you better, but as I said, my husband will be coming home soon. Another time?” There was definitely a little stress on “know” there . . .

“It would be my pleasure, Adriana,” I tell her with a slight bow.

“Oh, it will be,” she replies with a purring chuckle as she closes the door.

She was coming on to me! I think in amazement. This might turn out to be a better job than I would ever have guessed.

I stand there for several moments in a daze, then shake myself. Better get moving, I think. On to 102.

Just as I’m about to knock on the door of Apt. 102, my phone buzzes with a text from Adriana.

Hey, Iain, it was good to meet you today. I’m glad you’ll be in the building to meet my needs. Here’s a picture to help you remember me. I hope it’s good enough for now; it’s what I had to send quickly. I’ll send something better when I have time.

XXX

Adriana

Wow . . . this job is going to be awesome. As long as I don’t get caught . . .