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Chapter 2 Escorting the Beautiful Neighbor Home

The sky was getting darker, and Paul was trudging home with Ciara piggybacking.

"Ciara's always so guarded around others, but with me, it's like she has no defenses. Is it just because we're neighbors? But I'm still a guy! How could she get drunk around me? Does she like me or something?"

Paul's head was spinning, and he couldn't think straight. Ciara's chest was pressed right up against his back. Her body was definitely something else, and he knew if he turned his head, he'd be face-to-face with her cleavage.

When they finally got to their apartment building, Paul fished out Ciara's keys from her pocket and opened her door.

After laying her down on her bed, Paul let out a big sigh of relief. The whole ordeal had worn him out.

Paul's eyes drifted to Ciara's white panties, and he couldn't look away.

With her legs spread out, her tight sports shorts didn't hide much, and he could see a bit of her white lace panties peeking out.

"Damn, I can't do this!" Paul's mind was screaming at him, but his body had other ideas. He found himself leaning over Ciara, his right hand pulling down her tank top, fingers brushing her nipple.

Desire was taking over, and he couldn't stop himself from squeezing her breast. As he leaned in closer, he almost kissed her.

"Jerk!"

Ciara's sudden outburst scared the hell out of Paul. He froze, cold sweat breaking out all over him.

"Am I less important to you than your stupid bike? Go date your bike, jerk!"

With her eyes still closed, Ciara was yelling at her boyfriend, swinging her fist around. It barely missed Paul's face and slammed into the bed.

The shock snapped Paul back to reality. He quickly fixed her clothes and got out of there.

Back in his own apartment, Paul sat on the edge of his bed and lit a cigarette. Guilt was eating him up.

"What the hell was I thinking? I almost turned into a total creep." He angrily stubbed out the cigarette.

The alcohol was making him drowsy, and he eventually drifted off to sleep.

In his dream, Ciara was in a wedding dress, holding his hand and walking towards him. As she got closer, the dress melted away like sea foam, revealing her naked body. In the dream, he did everything he hadn't done before.

For the next few days, Paul avoided Ciara. He was terrified she'd remember what happened.

But then, on his way to work, he ran into her.

"Mr. Paul, you work here too?" He was heading to the elevator when he heard her voice and turned to see her.

"Ciara? What are you doing here?"

He was shocked to see her and asked, "You mentioned you got a job, is it here?"

Ciara nodded, "Yeah, I didn't know you worked here too."

Seeing her so cheerful and energetic, Paul felt a wave of relief. She didn't seem to remember anything.

"Mr. Paul, thanks for taking me home the other night. Let me buy you lunch." Ciara looked at him hopefully, and when he agreed, she quickly pulled out her phone to exchange contact info.

As they chatted and laughed by the elevator, Jeffrey, sitting by the window with his coffee, watched them.

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