Turbulence
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“Oh! I’ve always wondered who lived on that floor,” the woman said. “Good to finally put a face to a unit. You should try coming to the monthly social sometimes. Once a year wouldn’t kill you, you know.”
“I’ll try it.”
“How are the views up there, by the way?” she asked.
“Phenomenal.”
“I bet.” She gave me a short wave as she got off on her floor and for some reason, Jake was gently pulling at my hair, murmuring something that sounded like, “Strawberry...” but I wasn’t sure.
“How long did you say you’d been living here exactly?” he asked.
“Just a few months. Why?” The energy between us now felt completely different from seconds ago. The look on his face wasn’t lust-filled anymore. It was something else entirely.
“I’m just having thoughts.”
“Potentially murderous thoughts?”
“Potentially curious thoughts.” He stared at me as the doors opened.
“Wait,” I said, motioning for him not to step off. “I need to do something before you take another step.”
“And what is that exactly?”
“Hold on...” I walked over to the hallway vases and quickly disabled the cameras. I hit the disable button for the camera one over the door and placed a sticker over the new lens.
“You can come now,” I said to Jake, pulling out the second keycard. “I just have to do those security things for privacy.”
“Yes, I can tell you highly value privacy...” He followed me to the door.
I swiped the keycard against the doors, but it flashed red for no-entry instead of green.
What the...It worked last night...
I held it against the key pad again and again, becoming increasingly frustrated with every flash of red.
“Is something wrong?” Jake asked.
“No, the key is just being strange that’s all.” The light suddenly flashed green, saving me from embarrassment and I held the door open for him.
I hit the panel of buttons on the wall and the drapes that covered the living room windows slowly drew open, exposing the view of Manhattan.
“That’s a very nice feature,” Jake said from behind. “Did you have that designed yourself?”
“No, it was already like that when I moved in.”
“Interesting.” He walked into the living room and stood by the windows, looking like he belonged in this space more than I did. “It’s a beautiful apartment.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you mind giving me a quick tour of your place?”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
“Okay...” I walked toward him. “We’re currently standing in the living room and it stretches into the parlor room and the dining room as you can see...” I walked to the left, down the hallway. “There are guest rooms on both sides of this hall with their own bathroom and...” I stepped inside the master bedroom and turned on the lights. “This is my room.”
“Impressive.” He stepped inside and looked around. “What made you pick beige and black accents for everything in here?”
“They’re my favorite colors.”
He smiled. “Even more interesting...Do you have a master bathroom as well?”
“Yes.” I walked over to the doors that led to it and showed him. “Stone shower, Jacuzzi, and sauna room.” I noticed my bottle of strawberry shampoo standing at the front of the shower rack and walked over to it as I spoke, shoving it back behind the black and blue bottles where it belonged.
“What’s on the other side of the apartment?”
“A private library and an office,” I said. “Oh, and I believe we missed the kitchen. Would you like a drink?”
“Absolutely.”
I made sure nothing else in the master suite was out of place before leading him into the kitchen. I pulled out a vintage bottle of wine and two glasses, and he followed close behind me.
“Should I assume that you have a love for aerial city photography?” he asked.
“What?”
“The photos on the wall.” He pointed to the four massive white frames that hung over the fire place. “Do you have a thing for aerial views?”
“Oh...Yes. Something like that.”
He leaned against the counter, narrowing his eyes at me, looking sexier than ever, but something was off. “Tell me, Gillian. In what cities were those pictures taken?”
“I don’t really remember...”
“You should,” he said. “They’re quite stunning, beautiful enough to be quite memorable. At least, I think so.”
The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up and my heart was beating erratically, but I wasn’t sure why. “Boston. The top left one is from Boston, that’s where I went to school for undergrad. The others are...” I had no fucking idea, and I’d never paid much attention to them before today. “The top right is New York, the bottom left is London, and the bottom right is Tokyo.”
“How fascinating.”
“It is...” Something was telling me to run right now, but I didn’t listen. “You don’t mind if we drink white wine, do you?”
“That’s the very least of things I mind right now.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, so I pulled out the utensils drawer, looking for the corkscrew. I moved the knives and spatulas around, wondering where it was and hoping like hell I’d simply misplaced it into another drawer.
I pulled open drawer after drawer, seeing nothing—silently panicking with every second that passed.
Shit. Shit. SHIT...
“Is something wrong?” Jake asked.
“No.” I opened the final drawer and saw nothing. “I just—”
“You just what?”
“Nothing...” I pulled out more drawers. “I just can’t seem to find the corkscrew. I remember placing it right here earlier, but I can’t find it.”
“That’s probably because I moved it this morning.” He slammed it onto the counter and my head shot up, coming face to face with his glare.
My eyes widened and I felt all the color leaving my face, felt my jaw dropping out of pure shock. For several seconds, there were no words spoken between the two of us—only anger rolling off of him in waves and complete and utter embarrassment coming from me.
This was his apartment. I’d just brought him here for a one-night stand and given him a tour of his own fucking apartment...
I stepped back, my heart pounding loudly against my chest as my mouth struggled to find any words to say. I debated whether I should run past him and rush down the emergency exit stairs to end this night for good. Or if I should calmly say, “Sorry,” and simply leave, as if this had never happened.
He stood glaring at me with his eyes narrowed, so I glanced toward the door, but he stepped to the left and blocked me, as if he’d read my mind.
“How the fuck did you get a key to my apartment, Gillian?” His eyes were cold.
“I...I um...”
“Spare me the goddamn ellipses.” He hissed. “How the fuck did you get a key to my apartment?
“I didn’t actually get a key.”
“I’ll try it.”
“How are the views up there, by the way?” she asked.
“Phenomenal.”
“I bet.” She gave me a short wave as she got off on her floor and for some reason, Jake was gently pulling at my hair, murmuring something that sounded like, “Strawberry...” but I wasn’t sure.
“How long did you say you’d been living here exactly?” he asked.
“Just a few months. Why?” The energy between us now felt completely different from seconds ago. The look on his face wasn’t lust-filled anymore. It was something else entirely.
“I’m just having thoughts.”
“Potentially murderous thoughts?”
“Potentially curious thoughts.” He stared at me as the doors opened.
“Wait,” I said, motioning for him not to step off. “I need to do something before you take another step.”
“And what is that exactly?”
“Hold on...” I walked over to the hallway vases and quickly disabled the cameras. I hit the disable button for the camera one over the door and placed a sticker over the new lens.
“You can come now,” I said to Jake, pulling out the second keycard. “I just have to do those security things for privacy.”
“Yes, I can tell you highly value privacy...” He followed me to the door.
I swiped the keycard against the doors, but it flashed red for no-entry instead of green.
What the...It worked last night...
I held it against the key pad again and again, becoming increasingly frustrated with every flash of red.
“Is something wrong?” Jake asked.
“No, the key is just being strange that’s all.” The light suddenly flashed green, saving me from embarrassment and I held the door open for him.
I hit the panel of buttons on the wall and the drapes that covered the living room windows slowly drew open, exposing the view of Manhattan.
“That’s a very nice feature,” Jake said from behind. “Did you have that designed yourself?”
“No, it was already like that when I moved in.”
“Interesting.” He walked into the living room and stood by the windows, looking like he belonged in this space more than I did. “It’s a beautiful apartment.”
“Thank you.”
“Would you mind giving me a quick tour of your place?”
“Right now?”
“Yes. Right now.”
“Okay...” I walked toward him. “We’re currently standing in the living room and it stretches into the parlor room and the dining room as you can see...” I walked to the left, down the hallway. “There are guest rooms on both sides of this hall with their own bathroom and...” I stepped inside the master bedroom and turned on the lights. “This is my room.”
“Impressive.” He stepped inside and looked around. “What made you pick beige and black accents for everything in here?”
“They’re my favorite colors.”
He smiled. “Even more interesting...Do you have a master bathroom as well?”
“Yes.” I walked over to the doors that led to it and showed him. “Stone shower, Jacuzzi, and sauna room.” I noticed my bottle of strawberry shampoo standing at the front of the shower rack and walked over to it as I spoke, shoving it back behind the black and blue bottles where it belonged.
“What’s on the other side of the apartment?”
“A private library and an office,” I said. “Oh, and I believe we missed the kitchen. Would you like a drink?”
“Absolutely.”
I made sure nothing else in the master suite was out of place before leading him into the kitchen. I pulled out a vintage bottle of wine and two glasses, and he followed close behind me.
“Should I assume that you have a love for aerial city photography?” he asked.
“What?”
“The photos on the wall.” He pointed to the four massive white frames that hung over the fire place. “Do you have a thing for aerial views?”
“Oh...Yes. Something like that.”
He leaned against the counter, narrowing his eyes at me, looking sexier than ever, but something was off. “Tell me, Gillian. In what cities were those pictures taken?”
“I don’t really remember...”
“You should,” he said. “They’re quite stunning, beautiful enough to be quite memorable. At least, I think so.”
The hairs on the back of my neck were standing up and my heart was beating erratically, but I wasn’t sure why. “Boston. The top left one is from Boston, that’s where I went to school for undergrad. The others are...” I had no fucking idea, and I’d never paid much attention to them before today. “The top right is New York, the bottom left is London, and the bottom right is Tokyo.”
“How fascinating.”
“It is...” Something was telling me to run right now, but I didn’t listen. “You don’t mind if we drink white wine, do you?”
“That’s the very least of things I mind right now.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, so I pulled out the utensils drawer, looking for the corkscrew. I moved the knives and spatulas around, wondering where it was and hoping like hell I’d simply misplaced it into another drawer.
I pulled open drawer after drawer, seeing nothing—silently panicking with every second that passed.
Shit. Shit. SHIT...
“Is something wrong?” Jake asked.
“No.” I opened the final drawer and saw nothing. “I just—”
“You just what?”
“Nothing...” I pulled out more drawers. “I just can’t seem to find the corkscrew. I remember placing it right here earlier, but I can’t find it.”
“That’s probably because I moved it this morning.” He slammed it onto the counter and my head shot up, coming face to face with his glare.
My eyes widened and I felt all the color leaving my face, felt my jaw dropping out of pure shock. For several seconds, there were no words spoken between the two of us—only anger rolling off of him in waves and complete and utter embarrassment coming from me.
This was his apartment. I’d just brought him here for a one-night stand and given him a tour of his own fucking apartment...
I stepped back, my heart pounding loudly against my chest as my mouth struggled to find any words to say. I debated whether I should run past him and rush down the emergency exit stairs to end this night for good. Or if I should calmly say, “Sorry,” and simply leave, as if this had never happened.
He stood glaring at me with his eyes narrowed, so I glanced toward the door, but he stepped to the left and blocked me, as if he’d read my mind.
“How the fuck did you get a key to my apartment, Gillian?” His eyes were cold.
“I...I um...”
“Spare me the goddamn ellipses.” He hissed. “How the fuck did you get a key to my apartment?
“I didn’t actually get a key.”
