Marie Harte - Enjoying the Show

Checking her watch for the fourth time since she left work, Hailey Jennison floored the accelerator of her overworked Celica and snagged the last available parking spot in Block D of the Abberwick Apartments. Shoving the gear in park, she shot out of the car and up three flights of stairs, thanking the cloudless night sky for what promised to be one hell of a nights entertainment.

Panting, she reached apartment 306 and glued her finger to the doorbell, practically tripping over Faith when she suddenly opened the door.

Im here, I made it. What did I miss? Hailey rasped as she entered, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness of the living room. Giving herself a minute, she gradually made out the ring of chairs facing the large, streak-free window in Faiths spacious living room.

Three of the four chairs were already occupied. Sydney, Beth and Amy turned as one to glare at her.

Do you mind? He just sat down to dinner. Amy grabbed a handful of chips and began munching.

Haileys excitement plummeted. Dinner? I almost killed myself for dinner?

Relax. Her best friend Sydney smiled and patted the chair next to her. So hes hungry today. Its Friday, he deserves the break. Besides, if Im not mistaken, he looked particularly sweaty earlier.

He did. I saw him as I was walking upstairs, Amy chimed in, giddy as a schoolgirl.

Faith dragged another chair to join her friends; the addition of her seat effectively sandwiching Hailey between her and the window. I still say this is tantamount to stalking.

Stalking? Please. All the man has to do is shut his curtains, Sydney muttered around a chicken wing.

I think he likes the attention, Hailey offered. Hell, she looked forward to rushing through Friday night traffic to join Faith and the others for their own private show.

Besides, do you know how much it costs to rent a stripper these days? And I mean a good one, one who doesnt stuff his Jockeys and who isnt gay?

Beth nodded. Seventy-five an hour. They stared at her, and she shrugged. What?

My sister just turned forty, and shes been divorced twice. I bought her some quality fun, so sue me.

The point is, Hailey continued, grabbing a pretzel, that most normal people dont wander around their house naked with the lights on at night unless their drapes are closed. Hell, I live next door to Ethel and Gertrude

Janice and Roberta, Sydney corrected.the pie ladies, and I still close my blinds before I hop into the shower or wander around the house in my undies.

But youre a prude. Amy shrugged.

I am not. Hailey took offense, hearing the truth she wished was anything but. She wanted to say something vulgar for the sheer hell of it, to prove to Amy how much of a prude she was not, when Mr. Tool stood and stretched, distracting her. Come on, baby, give us a show tonight.

Faith sighed, and the women crowded noticeably closer to the window.

I think he looks tired, dont you? Sydney asked. I mean, imagine lugging nail guns and drywall around all day long in the summer heat. Hes got to be beat.

Yeah, but look at how toned he is from all that work. Hailey stared with admiration at the man who haunted her dreams. So have we found out who Mr. Tool is yet?

I kind of like Mr. Tool. Amy laughed.

Gage something. Faith popped the top of a soda can and slurped. I finally bumped into him and knocked his mail to the ground. I didnt see a ring on his finger.

Beth snorted. As if that means anything.

Yeah, but in the past three months, have you ever seen him with a woman at his place? Hailey asked, waiting on a breath for the answer.

No, Faith said slowly. And if I hadnt seen him, ah, enjoying himself to a porn movie the other night, I might have thought him gay.

Hailey sat up so suddenly she nearly kicked her chair out from under her. What?

she shrieked.

The man across the way paused as if hed heard them, and they froze when he looked out his window.

Short black hair framed a masculine face full of sharp angles and jagged planes. His chin was firm, his nose strong and straight, and his lips, God, his lips were full and pink and prone to curl wickedly when he was amused. He wore a pair of jeans slung low on his hips and no shirt. The light in his place showed his hardy eight-pack dusted with black hair, and Hailey imagined that hair would feel as soft as down.

Damned if she wasnt turned on just from looking at him. Of course, the memory of his naked body was enough to set her scorching. They called him Mr. Tool because he worked construction, but once theyd seen said tool, theyd kept the name in deference to his massive hammer.

She wanted to fan herself and eagerly watched him stretch and unsnap the top of his jeans. Uh, Faith? You said something about seeing Gage the other night?

Last night I was getting ready for bed when I happened to glance over at his place, Faith said primly. Besides, Jeremy had gone home for the night and I was bored.

Hailey bit her lip to refrain from commenting on how bored shed be if she had to endure Dr. Jeremy Pichters tight ass too. The identical expressions on Sydneys and Beths faces told her she wasnt alone in that thought. The creep had made a play for her moments after hed met her, but Faith had shrugged away his lechery by focusing on his money and his looks. Charm and decency, apparently, werent on her must-have list.

What happened with Mr. Tool, I mean, ah, Gage? Sydney asked.

He turned on the TV, put in a tape, and then sat back on his couch to watch it.

You couldnt have seen much, Hailey objected, bothered Faith might have witnessed something from Gage that she hadnt. Though it didnt make sense, she thought of Gage as her own personal fantasy.

Well, it was hard to see much more than his arm occasionally jerking. But I did see two women and a guy getting it on. It didnt take a rocket scientist to put the ecstatic look on his face and the actors on his big screen getting their brains screwed out to make the connection.

Hailey wanted to groan. Ever since theyd found Gage a few months ago, she wished shed never moved out of the apartment complex. Despite her love for the little cottage shed bought, the quiet and peace of the neighborhood could grow a little tedious.

Faith, however, had the ultimate party pad. Because of the way the trees stood between the wings of the apartment complex, her apartment and Gages faced one another at less than a hundred feet, but were blocked from neighbors by several mature, sturdy water oaks. And since Faith and Gage had corner spaces, the woods bordered them to the west.

What I wouldnt give to be his bar of soap, Amy groaned and crunched on a chip.

Gage slowly removed his jeans and returned to the window. He opened it, showcasing bulging biceps whooee, was it hot in hereand stared up at the night sky.

Bracing his forearms against the ledge, he leaned out, wearing nothing more than a pair of white boxer briefs that were unfortunately half-hidden by the low wall under his window.

Haileys heart wanted to pound out of her chest. He looked good enough to eat, and the image that thought produced made her want to bang on his door and ride him long into the sunset. Holy hell, did she need to get laid.

I think Im going to faint, Sydney murmured and chuckled when Hailey elbowed her in the side. Oh, what, Ms. Priss thinks shes claimed our Gage? Honey, do you even know how to spell the word penis?

Her friends laughed, and she felt herself blush. Was it her fault shed developed early, earning too much teasing from boys her age and those much older? No wonder she was shy. She knew why she didnt like to call attention to herself, but she didnt quite know how to get over it. If she had even half of Sydneys confidence, shed march over to Gage and wrap herself around him like a piece of duct tape.