Diavolo Ch 05 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 05

... elevator until they reached the ground floor where she knew she had to traverse the emergency room waiting area to get to her car safely again. Michael’s face was the first thin she saw when the doors opened. He stood leaning against the wall opposite the elevator, cell phone against his ear, eyes focused on her intently. “Got it. She’s here. Gotta go now.” She exited the elevator just as he stepped up to her with a smile. She had to crane her neck to look at his face. “I came with Rafe, but he took off somewhere and I need to get home to Erica before she has me sleeping in the dog house again.” “Oh,” Abigail nodded. “I’ll give you a ride. Is it far?” “Just a few minutes away. Gabe told me to show you the house next to mine that’s empty right now.” Abigail blinked. Next to Michael’s? “Let’s go before I attract any attention,” Michael said pulling a ball cap over his ponytail. Next he slipped his sunglasses over his eyes. Abigail patted her head, remembering she’d left her hat on the floor in Gabriel’s room. No matter. She was definitely not going up there now. Replacing her regular glasses with her prescription sunglasses, she took Michael’s proffered arm and headed out into the warm morning sunshine. Michael didn’t say a word about her car, thankfully. They made their way west toward the Pacific Coast Highway. Michael fiddled around with the stations, complaining about the lack of Bluetooth capability. Minutes later when they arrived at Route One, he told her to go straight ...

... onto Bayside Drive. The homes in this area were beautiful, and the smell of salty ocean air permeated the vents in the Beetle. Fancy cars and SUVs adorned the driveways along with jet skis. Michael pointed out two houses farther along the wide street. There was one wide drive leading to an ample parking area shared by the two homes. The house on the right was made of stones, two stories high with white-framed picture windows and a redwood floored front yard leading to the dark bluish grey front door. The house on the left was made of grey wood, also with two floors and a big red door in its entry. They got out of the car and headed toward the white house. Abigail hung back, feeling awkward going into a house alone with the big guitarist. He didn’t seem to notice. Just plucked out a pair of keys from his pocket and opened the front door to the house. The first thing she noticed was the scent. Apples and cinnamon. She followed her nose into the house and stopped just inside the doorway. Hardwood floors, stone fireplace, lots of sunshine pouring in through the window with a view of a marina beyond the glass wall at the far end of the open floor plan. Abigail was already in love with the place, hearing the soft sound of wind chimes just outside made her eyes well. “Let me show you downstairs,” Michael said already heading down. Abigail followed as if in a trance, her trembling hand caressing the cool mahogany handrail that rested upon black wrought iron. Each step was carpeted in ...