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The apartment door closed behind me with an echoing thud. Three whole weeks, I thought excitedly, as I eyed up the expensive looking paintings hanging in the large hallway which stretched out before me. I didn't recognise a single one, which meant the Jacksons had probably paid a fortune for them.I pushed my butt off the door, dropped my suitcase, and happy-danced my way down the hallway towards the huge kitchen. Everything in this apartment was huge, and it was all mine for the next three weeks. The Jacksons had been close friends with my parents for years. Fate had smiled on them last year and sent a winning powerball ticket into Mrs J's hands. She had fulfilled her lifelong dream of getting a penthouse in Manhattan and I was fulfilling my latest 'when I grow up and I'm rich and famous' fantasy by house-sitting for them while they toured Europe."Now Angela," Mrs J had admonished, a twinkle in her eye. "No parties please. I'm trusting you with this. If I wanted my house trashed I'd have left the keys with Malcolm."Ah, Mal. I'd practically grown up with him, although I rarely saw him these days. Reliable, he was not. He'd be more likely to have an illicit rave before his parents had left the country than bask in the solitude and feed the cat. His parents had generously bought him his own apartment in the village anyway. 'Close enough, especially when a few million New Yorkers are in the way,' his mother joked. She loved him really. I did too. Growing up, he was the perfect devilish antidote to my seemingly angelic demeanour. He'd gotten me into so many scrapes when we were younger that I'd inevitably gotten us both out of. Blonde curls, blue eyes and an innocent smile I'd practised every day in front of the mirror saw to that. He was the only person I let call me Angel, simply because he alone knew full well I was nothing of the sort.Mrs J really went for it with this apartment, I mused, as pushed open the patio doors leading off the kitchen and stepped out onto the outside area. One of the outside areas, I corrected myself. The penthouse spanned two floors. The kitchen was on the top floor and I swear it was the tallest building around. I crossed to the half wall/half glass edge and peered down. It was stomach-tiltingly high. I was right though - from this side, it was definitely the tallest building I could see. There was one other just across the way that nearly reached us in height, almanbahis but it was a good two or three floors short of this one.Whaddyaknow, privacy outside in Manhattan. Go figure.I chuckled as I looked around the large patio area. Loungers, a fridge, a telescope, a grill the size of a small car and a large table and chairs were scattered artfully around the large space.Niiice. You could practically live out here in the summer. Wait, a telescope?Intrigued I crossed to it. It was a large one, on a stand next to the guard wall. I didn't move it, just peered through. Immediately an apartment in the building opposite came into sharp focus. I chuckled delightedly as I debated whether Mr or Mrs J was the voyeur. Maybe it was both of them. I tried to picture them both out here on a summer's evening, wineglass in hand, taking turns to peer through the telescope, but it just led my mind to places it didn't want to go when thinking about my parent's generation.The apartment was pretty open plan. Through one large floor to ceiling window I could see the living and kitchen area. The other window was the bedroom. It seemed deserted at the moment. I made a mental note to check back that night to see who lived there and if there was a reason the telescope was pointed that way. Currently though, I had plans and they involved finding the largest bathroom in this place and pampering myself before my hot date with my boyfriend, Josh.Josh and I had been dating for about two years now. He'd found me just after a string of bad boys and given me the stability I so craved in my mid-twenties. I'd moved in with him not long after we'd met and I'd been dropping major hints recently about getting engaged, but so far he'd deflected them with the good humour and charm that made him an excellent small town lawyer. I didn't mind. Much. I was happy to wait for a romantic proposal. He had this weekend off, so I'd convinced him to venture into the big city to take me out for a nice dinner and then stay with me in the lap of luxury for a couple of nights.Bingo.I grinned in glee as I found the master bathroom. It had one of those huge baths with a zillion knobs and buttons for lights and jets and a walk-in shower that could probably handle a whole NFL team at once.Hmm, bath or shower.I did love a bath, but I wasn't quite sure how to work this one. I'd been to the salon that morning and I'd been plucked and waxed and exfoliated almanbahis yeni giriş until I was shiny smooth all over, so I didn't need to shave or anything, thankfully. Shower it was. It looked amazing. Rainfall showerhead and side jets. I turned on everything I could and waited for the steam to rise.I'd brought my own toiletries, but they were abandoned in favour of the high end Molton Brown shower gel collection Mrs J kept the bathroom stocked with. I was going to smell amazing. I stepped into the heat with a blissful sigh, moaning as the jets got to work on my tight muscles. I was a yoga aficionado and I'd worked myself extra hard at my morning class yesterday, knowing I was having the weekend off. I liberally soaped up my torso, fingers teasing my nipples to hard points. I shivered, wondering what Josh would have in store for me later. Our sex life was fairly good, even if we didn't have it as often as I would like. He worked long hours and as tempting as my yoga-toned butt tried to be, sometimes he was just too tired. No such excuses tonight, I promised myself as I soaped between my legs, fingers delving teasingly into my smooth folds. This was the first time in ages I'd been completely bare. It definitely wouldn't be the last.I teased myself for a few more minutes, but knew I'd be deliciously on edge the whole evening if I made myself wait. I turned the shower off, wrapped myself in a giant fluffy towel and settled at the vanity counter to mosturise and do my make-up. I knew I was going to look a million bucks tonight. I'd bought a new 'little black dress' which had a fitted bodice and short skater style flared skirt. My lingerie was so miniscule it was pretty much just for show, but I figured once Josh copped a glance he wouldn't be able to say no.I might even try and hand him my panties at the restaurant, I giggled to myself. The thought of getting a cab back to the apartment sans panties was making me slightly wet already.Make-up finished, I made my way back to my chosen bedroom and carefully dressed. I paraded in front of the floor length mirror when I was done."Not bad, Angela, not bad at all," I mused. "You clean up well, girl."My boobs looked great in the bodice, like they were silently straining to be set free. You could definitely see the outline of my nipples when the light caught the dress a certain way. My yoga-toned legs were tanned and my heels made them almanbahis giriş look a lot longer than my diminutive five foot three frame usually allowed. The blonde curls of my youth had grown into tousled waves, which I pinned up, leaving a few stray tendrils to sexily frame my face. I grinned at my reflection.Aw yeah. Definitely sexy marriage material right there.Satisfied with my prep, I checked the time."7.30pm. Time to Uber-it-up," I muttered as I looked for my phone. "Ahh. Purse. Kitchen."I grabbed a light jacket and made my way to the kitchen to request an Uber. My phone was blinking furiously when I took it out my purse. Four missed calls, all from Josh? He's keen, I smiled to myself as I checked my voicemail."Angela, babe, I'm so sorry. I got caught late in the office doing old Mrs McAllister's will amendments and I'm just not in the mood to travel into the city. Hope you don't mind too much. Call me when you get this if you want to chat. I'll just be round at Pete's tonight having a beer. Love you, babe."Mrs McAllister? I blinked furious tears away. Pete? I've been ditched for a dead woman who isn't even dead yet and a slob who wears sweatpants like a uniform. What the fuck?I whirled, looking for something to smash or to throw. God, I was so mad. In my head, tonight was going to be the night Josh proposed. We were going to fuck like bunnies all night as I dreamed about my wedding day."What a prick," I screamed to the empty house. Was I delusional? Maybe Josh had never seen me as marriage material. He couldn't even be bothered taking an hour long train ride for me. Well, fuck that. And fuck him. I'd just go out and dance the night away at the hottest club, pick up a hot guy and fuck him senseless all night.I crumpled. Who was I kidding? I was so not in the mood to go out now, not alone. In fact, chinese food, a bottle of wine and a chick flick sounded perfect right about now. Deflated, I called a local takeout place to order and phoned down to the doorman to let him know I had food coming. Then, I did what any grown woman would do. Went in search of wine."Why is there no wine in any of these racks?" I muttered grumpily as I opened yet another cabinet with the same futile results. Confused, I looked around the kitchen. I happened to know the Jacksons loved wine. So where the hell was it?Ah-hah. Triumphantly, I opened the door to a small room just off the kitchen."Who needs wine racks when you have a whole room dedicated to wine. This is more like it. Hmm. Red, white, rosé or fizz. Well, I'm certainly not celebrating... I think red suits my mood more tonight than white. And great, now I'm talking to myself."