Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 19,20&21 - Sex Stories

Crescent City Secrets - Chapters 19,20&21

... quickly and hide her expression. The man who'd answered the door was the pool guy. “I'm. Um. I'm looking to speak to Mr. Brun, I believe is his name. The owner.” His eyes narrowed. “That's me. Hey, I recognize you.” A slight grin crossed his face. Oh shit, Haden thought, he's seen the security video. He knows it's me. She f***ed herself to take a breath and be calm. “What do you want?” He said it in a way that wasn't as annoyed as Haden feared he might be. Mr. Brun was an imposing man up close. He was about six feet tall and well muscled. Even in a loose fitting t-shirt, she could see he was impressive shape. She reminded him of a football player she'd once had a date with back in college. He had a few days stubble growing across his beard and up his shaved head. His nose was large and broad, his eyes dark and deep set. Behind him, she could hear the dog panting. “So, first of all, hi. I'm so sorry. This is sort of embarrassing. I thought you were a pool cleaner because you were cleaning the pool when I saw you. I didn't realize you were the owner.” He rolled his eyes briefly and waited for her to continue. When he didn't respond, she said, “So. Yeah. Sorry about that. I realize it must seem like I just assumed that because you're...that you were...anyway. I'm very sorry. But that's not why I came over.” He gave her a look like he was rapidly getting tired of her rambling. Haden composed herself with a deep breath. “So, I work out in my living room. We don't have a gym or ...

... anything. We used to have a basement in Connecticut for it but apparently here in New Orleans that isn't likely. Anyway, the other day I noticed that you have security cameras around your house, which is fine. But one of them points almost right into my living room window.” He gave her a look that told her he was still waiting for her to get to the point. “It was making me feel a little uncomfortable...” She hoped he would say that they were broken or that no one was looking at the footage or that they didn't record. Anything that would let her off the hook for her encounter with Sayid. Instead, Mr. Brun grinned. She couldn't tell what it meant though. “So close your curtains,” he said simply. “Yeah, I can see that would be an easy solution. I guess I can do that. It just feels a little strange, you know, working out in front of a video camera.” When he didn't respond, she felt like she'd gotten as much as she could. “Well, thanks for your time.” She started to back away from his door and then stopped. She stuck out her hand. “Oh, I'm so sorry. Again. I'm Haden. Haden Thorne. My husband is Andrew.” He shook it and nodded but didn't say anything back. She smiled and said, “And you are...?” “Mister Brun.” Haden f***ed another smile and nodded and began to head back to her house, feeling like she'd lost that particular battle for the moment. “Mrs. Thorne!” Haden turned to see that Mr. Brun had stepped out onto his porch. The dog padded up next to him and heeled at his side. He ...