by Lynn Faye
“It’s me,” he said calmly and pulled his hands away while he took a step backward to give me some space. “I’m Devin, by the way.”
My heart fluttered as I looked up at him. Something was different about him, and I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. His hair was tussled like every other time I’d seen him through the window. His facial hair was just past the five-o’clock shadow range, similar to how it normally was. He smiled at me, and I smiled back at him still unable to put my finger on what was different.
The buzz of my heart filled my ears, and I wasn’t sure if he had actually said something to me or not. So I just stood there looking at him and trying to figure out what I should say. What does a girl say to the hottest man she’s ever been face to face with? I searched my mind for a witty remark but couldn’t think of a thing to say.
“You are wearing a shirt,” I said suddenly before I could stop the words from leaving my mouth. That was what was different about him from all those times I’d seen him through his window.
He burst into laughter as he nodded his head in agreement. His smile was perfection with brilliant white teeth that looked like they were perfectly shaped for his mouth. His lips pulled back and curled up, and the lines near his eyes gave me a clue that he was at least ten years older than I was. I guessed that he was in his mid-thirties.
“But you don’t,” he said with a wink.
“I don’t what?” I asked in total confusion.
My brain clearly wasn’t working in full force as his witty humor flew right over me. Instead, I stood there looking puzzled at what he thought I didn’t have.
“You don’t have a shirt on.”
I suddenly looked down as if I was actually out running without a shirt on. But he was making a joke about my sports bra as a top. My face flushed red at his comment, and I tried to respond without sounding too childish.
“Oh my gosh.” I laughed. “I guess that’s technically right … well … I better keep moving,” I said as I started to walk away. “Enjoy your run. Oh, and sorry for all the noise last night.”
I didn’t want to keep running or stop talking to him, but I couldn’t just stand there and let him flirt with me and not be able to respond in a decent manner. My only option was to get away as quickly as possible and try to save a little bit of mystery. He was throwing me off my game. My mind was a jumbled mess, and I spoke to him like a little girl talking to a man she had a crush on. Nothing about that conversation was going to make him think I was a woman, and he probably thought I was some teenage girl or something like that.
“No problem. Enjoy your run too,” he said as he returned to running.
I couldn’t help turning and watching as he ran back toward our houses. His body was clearly his temple. Every inch of the man was covered with muscle. Devin held his arms in tight next to him with his head up in a focused sprint down the block. I’d lost this interaction battle though; he had clearly had the upper hand.
Instead of running, I walked as I replayed the conversation in my head. He had told me his name, but I hadn’t told him my name. Instead, I’d acted like a love-struck teenager who didn’t know how to talk to a man. He was older than me, more mature, more controlled and calmer than I could ever be. Devin had flirted with me, and I’d barely been able to look him in the eyes. As much as I wanted to tease and flirt with this guy, I was just better at doing it with a window between us.
I started to pick up the pace and jog as the disaster of my interaction kept running through my head over and over again. Soon I was in a full on sprint as I ran farther than I had intended to run and turned around and kept running all the way back home. This had been my chance to wow my hot neighbor guy, Devin. But instead of a wow, I’d given a flaming fizzle of a performance.
My chest heaved as I made it to my lawn and collapsed in exhaustion. There was no cool down, just an all-out sprint and collapse when I made it home. The day had warmed up to nearly 80 degrees which was perfect as I lay there and let myself catch my breath before heading inside. I pulled one leg toward me to stretch and then the other, while I looked up at the sky and tried to think of any possible way I could win back the balance of my liaison with my hot neighbor Devin.
When I felt the strength return to my legs, I gingerly made it into my house and climbed upstairs to my room. I stripped off my sweaty clothes and looked for my work outfit so I could take a shower. My curtains were still open, and I walked over to close them before Devin got too much of a show. But there he was, standing right in the middle of his bedroom with a towel wrapped around after finishing his shower.
I quickly grabbed the corner of my curtain and pulled it in front of me. The quick movement of the curtains got the attention of Devin, and he turned toward the window and walked my way. My breath quickened as I thought of what to do next. If I just hid behind the curtain after he clearly had seen me, then I was continuing to play the little girl role. I was twenty-one years old. Devin needed to know that I wasn’t a little girl. Plus, I was much better at flirting when words weren’t involved.
We were in the midst of a little cat and mouse game as I quickly turned away from the window and took a step deeper into my room, but I held onto the curtain, and he stayed at his window watching. I smiled at the thought of him standing there looking for me to turn back around, but I didn’t want to turn around and just stood there like some weirdo.
I reached over and grabbed my bright red lipstick from my makeup table. Then, I turned back toward Devin’s house and used the lipstick to write on the window. Slowly, I thought about how to write my name so that he could read it. With my left hand, I held the curtain in front of me and looked up at Devin as his eyes kept an intense stare in my direction.
I didn’t look up to see if he was still there; instead, I concentrated on writing the letters large and clear so he could see them. When I was finished with the last ‘I’, I looked up and saw Devin standing there still in his towel and waiting for me to finish. He cocked his head to the side slightly and squinted his eyes as he read my writing from his window.
He mouthed the words, “Hi, Lilli,” and I giggled.
“Hi,” I mouthed back to him and gave a short single wave.
His gaze stayed focused on mine with a sexual power I’d never known before. I felt the dirty thoughts running through his mind as my whole body warmed. His eyes narrowed, and the intensity of his stare made my center warm.
Now we were stuck with nothing else to say. With a burst of adrenaline running through me, I let the curtain drop from my hand and blew Devin a kiss. I stood there for only ten seconds, but it was a confident ten seconds, and then I turned and walked into my bathroom. For the one gleaming moment, I was filled with confidence as I let him get a peek at my body and then just as quickly disappeared away from the window.
When I pushed the bathroom door, I started jumping up and down with excitement at what had just happened. This was a whole new level of flirting between the two of us. No longer were we strangers who just got a peek at our naked neighbor, and we now knew each other’s names, and I had just flashed him in the middle of the day. I couldn’t even say that it was the alcohol that made me do it; clearly, I was utterly sober at that moment.
My heart continued to pound with excitement as I showered and got dressed for work. I planned a quick getaway so I wouldn’t have to run into Devin now that I’d given him the ultimate flirting. I simply walked out of my bedroom, down the stairs to my car and drove away. I didn’t look up to see if he was looking through his window nor did I look at his front door to see if he was there. I didn’t want to know if he was there because I couldn’t be distracted by him at that moment.
My willpower did me good as I made it to the end of my block and turned toward the interstate. I wasn’t sure how any further run-ins were going to go with Devin, but I had made it out of my house and off to work successfully, so that was enough for the time being. I’d have all night at work to think about my next strategic interaction w
ith the hot guy from next door.
Chapter 2
Devin
This girl was going to be the death of me. I’d been distracted by her for weeks, and now she was heating up the teasing to a whole new level. I certainly hadn’t expected her to flash me like she did. Lilli, that was a nice name; it suited her perfectly, and now I had a name to plug into all my deliciously dirty fantasies.
My body still throbbed as I pictured her standing in her window and letting the blue fabric of the curtains drop away to expose her body. Her long red hair draped down over her shoulders, and her milky white skin looked flawless in the glow of the afternoon sun.
Lilli was young, though, much younger than I’d thought she was. All her late nights partying, I’d estimated she was in her mid to late twenties, but when I saw her up close and personal, she looked barely twenty-one. I had no business flirting with her; nothing good could come of it. Well, maybe a night full of good old fun, but nothing more than that. Lilli looked like trouble. Since she had returned home to her family, she’d been out partying nearly every night. Although I was over dating the party girl types, I couldn’t help imagining what a night with Lilli would be like.
My cock was already throbbing every time I saw her. Just the thought of having her naked in my bed was enough to make my body heat up. Her womanly curves pressed against my hands were a vision I’d often gone to sleep with over the last few weeks. Certainly, I didn’t have any problems finding women to bring home, but since I’d curbed my own partying lifestyle, it was harder and harder to find time for women in my life.
As the doorbell rang, I snapped out of my lustful daydream and hurried to let Jacob inside. We were set to be at the office in under an hour, but I needed him to give his opinion on a new company I wanted to introduce everyone in our office to. Not all my investments went through the office, and I was considering backing this company all on my own, but it was much riskier that way.
“It’s nice to know you’re excited to see me,” Jacob said as he joked about my raging hard on that was pressing out of my pants.
“It’s that damn girl next door. You wouldn’t believe how she teases me.”
“Probably all in your imagination. I used to think my neighbor was teasing me, and then I went over there and hit on her, and she punched me in the nose.”
“Ouch, that’s some serious mixed signals. But let’s be honest, you probably deserved it,” I joked.
“Apparently it’s fun to flirt from afar, but when I wanted to do something about it, I was suddenly the creepy old guy next door.”
“You are kind of creepy.” I laughed.
“Shut it! She was flirting with me; I know it. I just can’t figure out what happened between her flirting and me making my move. But anyways, just be careful. If she’s living with her parents, she’s young, and that’s not the kind of drama you want in your life.”
“I hear ya man. I’m over the drama. I had enough of that with Ashley to last me a lifetime.”
“How are Ashley and Izzy? Have you seen Izzy lately at all?”
“No, Ashley insists that my visits just upset Izzy and confuse her. That’s the last thing I want to do. I send letters, and she doesn’t answer. It’s probably better that I wait until she’s a bit older. I was a pretty crappy father the first few years of her life.”
“That’s bullshit. You’re her father, and even if you were gone a lot at first, you’re here now. You should get to see her as much as you want to. With the amount of money you’re sending Ashley each month, she should be bowing down to let the two of you spend time together.”
“I’m trying to understand her point of view. I was partying pretty hard for a lot of years, and I don’t think she truly believes I’ve settled down and have changed my ways. To Ashley, just because I’m busy with work, I must be busy with every woman in a skirt that’s in Chicago.”
My ex-girlfriend hated all the traveling and partying I’d done after our daughter Izzy was born. There was no excuse for it, and I had to live with the father I’d been over those years. But I wasn’t about to push myself on my daughter now that I was ready. Izzy was ten years old now, and just to barge in on her life would be selfish of me. As much as I wanted to start building a relationship with her, I was a changed man and willing to put her needs ahead of mine. Ashley said it wasn’t the right time, so I trusted her parenting and stayed away except for Izzy’s birthday and Christmas.
“If you spent more time with her, then she’d learn to adjust. I think Ashley is just using your love for your daughter to push you away. She literally moved as far away from here as possible to try and keep you from your daughter.”
“No, come on now. She moved to be near her family. I was working eighty hours a week then and traveling more than I was home. It was the right move for her. She needed help with Izzy when she was young, and her family was there for her.”
“Her family talked her right out of being with you.”
“Maybe that was a good thing. We weren’t good together. Before Izzy, we were drugging and partying every day. Ashley stopped when she got pregnant, and I didn’t until a few years ago. At least things broke off before they got too nasty between us,” I said as I grabbed the drone I wanted to show Jacob. “Now take a look at this.”
I turned the drone on and used my phone to guide it into the hovering position. While at the beach in Florida a few weeks before, I saw a group of guys flying this drone over them while they were surfing. I couldn’t wait to get it back home and see what the guys thought about it.
“What the heck is it? Some sort of camera drone? There are hundreds of those on the market right now.”
“No, this one will follow you without having someone control it. See, you put it into the air and have it fix onto a person. Then I can walk around and the drone will stay behind me taking video. I saw some guys surfing, and the drone was following them. Talk about some insane footage, it was epic.”
“So it doesn’t need someone to control it?”
“No. It uses facial recognition and will follow you. This is the future, don’t you think?”
Jacob grabbed the drone out of the air and looked at it for a minute. He was the tech guy of our group, and I valued his opinion on all our technology investments. I found companies based on my gut, but Jacob could find the holes in their processes and equipment that prevented us from wasting our money.
“I’d need to talk to their engineers, but it looks good. Where are they manufacturing?”
“Let’s talk about it at the office with the other guys. I don’t want to explain everything twice, but I really wanted you to see it first.”
“Alright, I’ll see you at the office then. Go take care of that thing,” he said as he pointed at my shorts. “No one wants to see that.”
“I beg to differ. Cindy might want to see it.” I winked.
“Devin, Cindy is a lesbian. She definitely doesn’t want to see that.” Jacob laughed as he headed back out to his car.
Cindy might be a lesbian, but I was pretty sure she swung both ways. She’d been flirting with me about as long as I’d known her. She had been my human resources manager at my tech startup nearly ten years ago, and we both happened to be looking for something to do with ourselves about a year ago. After the sale of my company, I floundered around trying to decide what to do with my newfound money and time; partying took a front seat for a while, but that got old.
Capital S Investing was started because I had nearly a half billion dollars from the sale of my company and nothing new to do with myself. I started looking into small up and coming companies and helping them out with their funding needs. Soon I’d gather a half dozen other friends that wanted to help these startups, and we were now running our own small firm.
We didn’t meet often – only about one week of the month. The rest of the month we were off researching new companies or just hanging out and enjoying ourselves. During our week in the office, we analyzed the numbers of companies we’d i
nvested in, decided on new investments, and sometimes heard pitches from companies. It felt like a little bit of normal for me, and I liked that. It was the same reason I bought a house in a normal neighborhood, as I didn’t want to be seen as that rich guy who women used for his money.
Certainly, my house was plenty large enough for me. The neighborhood was an upper class for Chicago with nearly zero crime. I was comfortable leaving my house for weeks at a time and never worried about intruders or crime, although I did keep an alarm system hooked up just in case. Life in Chicago was as close to a normal life as I could hope for.
When I arrived at the office, everyone was sitting around the conference room laughing and eating lunch. It was nearly noon, but that was our normal starting time. Working all week didn’t mean that any of us liked to wake up early in the morning and come to work. Our typical day went from noon to eight o’clock, and sometimes much later, depending on what projects we were working on.
“I thought you were in Bali this week?” Cindy said as I walked in.
“Bali?”
“Yeah, didn’t you say there was a new surf company out there that you were going to visit?”
“Shit!” I said as I scrolled through my phone. “Yeah, I’m supposed to look at this board company. Wow, I’m glad you know my schedule so well,” I joked.
“I’m sure you would have remembered two hours before your flight when your phone alerted you. And you’d probably still make it to your plane.”
“Yeah, probably,” I laughed at the memory of the two of us running to a plane when we were flying to New York one weekend. We had literally arrived at the airport thirty minutes before the flight and still managed to get through security and onto the plane. It probably didn’t hurt that we had first class tickets, but it still felt like quite the accomplishment.
“Show them the drone,” Jacob exclaimed. “This thing is going to make us rich.”
We all laughed at his joke. Every single person in that room was already rich. Most of us had nine figures net worth. All seven of us were there purely because we needed something productive to do with ourselves and wanted to help new companies. But of course, we were business men and women, so making money on the deal was always an important part of the process.