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 pulse quicken and I blush. She seems to sense my arousal and her eyes quickly drink me in. 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...

“I'd love to,” I'm eager to tell her.

“I look forward to it,” she replies with a purring chuckle as she closes the door.

She was coming on to me! I think in amazement. 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. I wonder what the rest of the day has in store for me.