The hotel manager


It was late in the evening when John Michaels arrived at his favourite hotel. He was visiting the city for work and ever since discovering this particular establishment, he’d always made sure to stay there when work sent him this way. It was named The third corner, after its location on the corner of third street.
John was greeted by the desk manager when he entered; a young woman who—he thought—must’ve been promoted not that long ago, he was sure he’d seen her working as a serving girl on one of his previous visits.
The girl clicked around nervously on her computer, after John had given her his name. It seemed like something had gone wrong with his reservation. She sighed eventually. “I’m sorry Sir, it seems like we’re overbooked.”
John raised an eyebrow. “That’s unacceptable, it’s not like I can go anywhere else this time of day…” He answered, slightly worried.
“One moment, Sir.” The girl said. She picked up the phone and discussed the situation with someone he couldn’t hear.
Just a moment later, an older woman entered the lobby. John recognized her as the owner of the establishment.
“I’ll start the night shift early, Sophie.” She said. “You can take Mr. Michaels to his room.”
“Yes, ma’am.” The girl replied. “Please Sir, if you’d follow me.” She said to John.
John followed he girl as she led him past the rooms that were taken, into the back of the building. There was a small room with a large two-person bed. It was quite similar to the rooms he’d stayed in before, but not as tidy or clean.
“What is this room?” He asked the girl.
She blushed. “It’s my room, Sir. I sleep here after my shift, so that I’m here early in the morning to serve breakfast.”
“So, you live here?” John asked.
“No, I only work evenings and mornings. After breakfast I go home. But I do sleep here most days of the week.” The girl replied.
John nodded. “Well, it’s not the standard that I’m used to, but I guess it’ll have to do.”
The girl blushed again. “I’m really sorry for the inconvenience we’ve caused you Sir. To make up for this, I will personally serve you for the rest of your stay; should you wish a late meal or anything else. If you wish to punish me for my mistake, I will gladly accept that as well.”
John raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Did your boss tell you to say that?” He asked.
“Only, the first part, Sir. That I should personally make sure you had everything you wished for.”
“So you added the last part of your own accord? And how do you think I would punish you?” John asked.
“I’m not sure.” The girl said. “I didn’t really think it through, it just felt right to say so.”
“What would you say if I told you I was going to spank you?” John asked her.
The girl blushed and looked at him in surprise, obviously wondering whether he was joking. John looked dead serious.
“I guess, that would be acceptable. I was after all the one who made the mistake with the reservations.” She said.
John smiled, he hadn’t known that. “So you don’t think it would be wrong for me to spank you? You don’t feel too old, or find it too perverted?”
The girl blushed. “No, I think neither of those things.”
“Very well.” John said. He sat down on the bed in the middle of the room and gestured her to come closer. “Take off your jeans.” He commanded.

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His House, His Rules


Hello everyone

It’s been a while since my last story.
This is because I’ve been busy these last few weeks reworking my novel: “Discipline for Charlotte”. With help from Stormy Night Publications, I improved and expanded the story and in return they published the novel under its new name: “His House, His Rules“.

I recommend checking out this new and improved version, even if you’ve read the old material, especially because there are some new and hot scenes.

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I’m very excited about this, because it’s the first time one of my works got accepted by a professional publisher. Take a look, post a review if you’ve read it and/or comment below.

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Looking up as Charlotte returned to the room and seeing her standing hesitantly in the doorway settled his resolve as well.
With her face cleaned and her hair combed back, Eric was suddenly reminded of what an attractive young woman Charlotte was. She still wore nothing more than her underwear, a sexy set of matching bra and panties. Her bare skin looked soft, her eyes were opened large, her face full of anticipation, fear, and excitement.
It would be a pleasure having this naughty girl across his lap and spanking that bare round bottom.
“Come here,” he said, as he remained sat down on the edge of the bed. Charlotte approached him slowly, stopping right in front of him.
“I’ve been very disappointed with you today, young lady,” he said. Charlotte blushed and this encouraged him to go on.
“You really hurt my feelings when you threw that tantrum yesterday. I didn’t expect such behaviour from a grown woman such as yourself.” He paused to gauge her reaction, but Charlotte just blushed and looked down at her feet.
“At least you didn’t bother to put on a dress while you freshened up. After tearing the one you wore yesterday I think it’s fitting that you’ll get your punishment in your underwear. Next time then, you will think twice about being so careless.”
He looked at her and asked, “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Charlotte finally looked up at him, her red-flushed face unbearably cute. “No, sir,” she said. “Just that I’m sorry.”
Eric swallowed when she called him ‘sir.’ He felt the blood rush to his groin when she used the proper honorific without him telling her to. She stood in front of him with her feet crossed and her fingers entangled in front of her soft panties right in front of his eyes.
“Did you at least work on your applications today as you didn’t go to work?” he asked.
“No, sir,” Charlotte replied.
Eric shook his head. She was making it so easy for him. She really did deserve this spanking. He only hoped he could control his own arousal enough to concentrate on her needs.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, placing his hand on the mattress beside him to indicate the right side.
“On your knees.”
Charlotte knelt beside him.
“Now, over my lap,” he said, guiding her across his knees.
He breathed deeply when her weight pressed down on his legs, her upper body resting on the bed beside him, her legs on the other side. Her back was arched, her bottom raised, round soft cheeks covered in the thin fabric of her panties, begging to be spanked. He placed his hand carefully on her behind, softly stroking her bottom. He wouldn’t hurry it this time. He would take his time, relax her into it, and then give her the spanking she deserved.
He hooked two fingers behind her panties and pulled softly.

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The girl next door

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Summer-break was only two days old and Sophie was already bored out of her mind. What was a twenty-year-old girl to do all day out in the suburbs, living with her parents? All year, she’d live in the city, among friends; but these two months of summer were lonely and dull. That one week in August when she’d go on a trip with her friends seemed still far away.
The problem was of course, that nobody near her own age lived close-by. She had no-one to hang out with except her own parents.
There was the couple across the street however. They had moved in last year while she was in college. They were the closest to her age by a far margin, somewhere in their late twenties.
Still, Sophie didn’t think they’d have much in common. Anyone who freely choose to live a boring, dull life in the suburbs couldn’t possibly have anything to offer a city-girl like her.
They were her only hope though, and alone in her room, Sophie stared out the window at the house across the street. It was dark outside and she couldn’t see much; but a light was burning in a room on her neighbours second floor.
Sophie wondered if they’d just forgotten the light, or whether they would be returning. She had turned off her own light so they wouldn’t catch her peeking on them if they did. She knew it wasn’t polite to spy on her neighbours, but she was bored and had nothing else to do.
When the door to the empty room opened and her neighbours entered, Sophie blushed. The man was wearing only his boxer-shorts and the girl was completely naked.
Sophie turned away from the window, embarrassed for what she had seen. She could not help herself though and turned to watch again, shyly moving towards the window.
The couple was kissing. The man’s back was turned to the window, so she could no longer see his naked wife. Her hands were grabbing his shoulders, her fingers digging deep into her skin.
Sophie couldn’t avert her gaze. She hadn’t seen the couple before. The man was very handsome, with broad shoulders and a well-muscled back. His boxers were tight across his hips and firm buttocks.
For a moment, she imagined those hands on his shoulders to be hers. She had not seen much of his wife, but that short glimpse of her naked body told her they looked alike. That same slim built with firm breasts and wide hips; the same pale skin and long brown hair.
When the couple moved to the bed, Sophie wondered if they didn’t realize everyone could see them; or if they were just caught up in the act. Nobody ever came outside at night in this boring neighborhood of course; but with their curtains open and lights on they were in plain sights for peeping toms like Sophie.
When the man turned around to sit down on the edge of the bed, Sophie admired his broad chest before admiring his wife. Her pale skin looked soft and vulnerable in the light, looking in from the darkness.
She knelt on the bed, but did not straddle her husband like Sophie had expected. Instead, she bent down and draped herself across her husband’s lap. With her hips resting on her husband’s knees, her bottom was raised high in her air.
Sophie blushed when her neighbor spanked his wife. She watched in fascination how he raised his hand and smacked her upturned bottom; how his wife arched her back and rocked her hips, obviously enjoying the treatment.
As a college-girl, Sophie considered herself far from innocent; but she had not expected this boring, suburban couple to be so kinky. While she was adventurous herself, Sophie’s experiments with BDSM hadn’t gone farther than blindfolds and handcuffs. She’d certainly never been spanked.
Her neighbor’s spanking turned out to be more than just a few playful swats. Her husband’s hand kept raining down on her raised bottom while Sophie watched.
Sophie nearly pushed her face up against the window, trying to see what was happening. She wished she could hear them; she could imagine it lively: the sound of the spanking, the moaning and squealing of her neighbor.
She imagined she could see a trace of red on her neighbor’s bottom, even from this distance all the way across the street. Her poor bottom must hurt, but she did not show any signs of struggle except for the occasional kicking of her legs or shaking of her head.
When the woman slid down from her husband’s lap, Sophie wondered how long she had been sitting at her window, how long she’d been staring.
Now kneeling at her husband’s feet, Sophie could really see the shade of red on her neighbor’s bottom. She could not see what she was doing; but the motions were obvious when the woman bent forward, putting her face right in front of her husband’s lap, bobbing up and down as he grabbed her by the hair.
Sophie blushed as she witnessed her neighbor giving her husband a blowjob. Was she thanking him for her spanking, or making up for whatever it was that had gotten her spanked? She wondered.
The woman stood up at a command Sophie could not hear. She got a short glimpse of her neighbor’s erection now that his boxers were down, before his spanked wife straddled his lap.
When the man grabbed his wife’s sore red bottom in both hands, Sophie felt her own hands reaching down into her trousers. She gasped when she noticed how wet she was. Her panties soaked with arousal from watching her neighbor’s spanking.
She blushed deeply, but could not help herself as she touched her hot pussy and swollen clit.
After the long and sensuous spanking, the aftermath was quick. Her neighbor rode her husband roughly until – Sophie imagined – they both came with loud and shuddering orgasms. Sophie herself, who had been watching this whole time, had not enjoyed the same physical sensations; but she came just as quickly as they did. Shuddering uncontrollably, she moaned softly as she leaned against the window, still spying on her neighbors.

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The fake appointment


Sitting outside in the waiting room, Emma was wondering how long one of these sessions could take. Her friend had left over half an hour ago and she was still waiting in this dull room, accompanied by only a handful of magazines.
Emma was here as a favour for her friend, even though her didn’t know it. Evelyn was now with the councillor, discussing her study habits. Her grades had gone into a freefall ever since she had broken up with her boyfriend, almost a year ago now.
Emma and her other friends had felt they had to intervene, to save her friend from throwing away everything she had worked for. Of course Evelyn had not believed she needed counselling, until Emma had lied to her and told her she came here every week herself. Emma had the best grades in their class, if she found help here, Evelyn had believed her she could as well.
Emma of course had better ways for spending her Saturday afternoons. She had never been here before. In fact, she was already dressed for a night out with her friends, a short black dress barely long enough to cover the top of her dark sheer stockings, high heeled boots, a touch of make-up and some curls to her hair.
She was slightly surprised when the assistant came in and told her the councillor was ready for her. She had almost forgotten she’d had to make an appointment for herself as well, to keep up with her story. Of course, for her the session couldn’t take as long. Emma had never had any problems studying, in fact in her twenty years of age she couldn’t remember ever needing to do more than just reread a subject before a test.
With a stack of tests and assignments under her arm – all she could find from the past month and all with high grades – she followed the young woman out of the waiting room.

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Student job – part 3


Sophie stood stock-still in the store’s basement while the customer fastened a black leather collar around her neck. Ever since her boss – the owner of the sex store she worked at – had given his friend permission to spank her; she’d been helping out the customers in various different ways. She had gotten a few spankings since then, but not many realized her offer to help went as far as that. She had also let someone tie her up with ropes to test their strength and had showcased various sets of lingerie for some very happy customers; it did look better on a real girl than on picture on the box after all. One shy girl had asked her how one of the vibrators worked, so Sophie had shown her in the privacy of the changing rooms and another customer had wanted to try out the various types of nipple clamps on her. The more work Sophie had done, the more confident she had become; she was no longer shy about her nudity or arousal. She had started to serve the customers out in the store, leaving the changing rooms available for other couples. This had also lowered the sexual tension in the store as customers would be less shy about entering a sex store when such activities could be openly discussed and even practiced. They were also more inclined to participate and thus buy things when they were aroused by Sophie’s aid or even just seeing her help another customer. It reminded Sophie at times of the tasty samples at large stores that lured you into buying their products. Two other people were looking at her today, while she was trying on collars for this customer. She wouldn’t be surprised if they as well would be considering how their partner would look like with one of these collars on.
“Perhaps I should take off my shirt.” She said as the customer was still hesitant after she’d worn nearly a dozen different collars. “It’ll give you an idea of how it will look like against bare skin.”
The customer raised an eyebrow. “Eh, sure.” He said, obviously surprised as the offer. “I guess I’ll make her wear it more often without clothes after all.”
Sophie smiled as she started undoing the buttons of her shirt. She didn’t really think this would help him make a choice; but seeing her nearly naked would certainly arouse the customer greatly. His desire would certainly speed up the deciding process. To make sure her plan worked, she unhooked her bra as well to uncover her breasts. The other customers came closer to have a look, no longer hiding their interest.
Sophie did not blush when the customer licked his lips as he stared at her. “Could you try on this one again?” He asked while handing her one of the other collars.
“Of course, sir.” Sophie replied; replacing the collar she was wearing with the one he offered. Truth be told, she was deeply aroused to be bared in front of these strangers. It was odd to realize she hadn’t known this aspect of herself until a few weeks ago.
“Yes, that’s perfect. I’ll take this one.” The customer said.
“A great choice, sir.” Sophie said. “I like this one as well.” She handed him the collar she was wearing and started to dress again. ‘Success!’ She thought. Just one glimpse of her breasts and the choice was made. The customer looked disappointed for a moment when she started to dress again. He must’ve just realized he could’ve asked her to try on the others as well; to be able to enjoy the view for just a bit longer.
The other customers closed in on her, probably itching to ask her for her help now that they knew how helpful she could really be. But before they could ask their questions, a voice came from upstairs: “Sophie, could you come up here for a moment, please?” It was her boss.

After excusing herself to the customers, Sophie made her way up the stairs. Her boss did not often call for her during work. He had not spanked her since that first time either. But ever since, she had that slight feeling of dread whenever he called. Had she perhaps done something wrong, was she perhaps in trouble and would she be spanked again? So far, she hadn’t, sometimes she felt disappointed that it hadn’t come to that again. “How can I help you, sir?” She asked. Her boss was waiting for her by the register.
“I wanted to ask you a favor, Sophie.” Her boss said.

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The forest fire – part 1


The sound of insects in the tall grass and the twittering of birds in the treetops was all that accompanied Emma’s footsteps on the narrow dirt path. She was all alone, deep in the forest, her map and compass the only thing to guide her way. She wasn’t lost of course, Emma had walked this path a dozen times before. Emma loved this part of the country, the large forests and nature nearly unmarked by civilization. If you knew your way, you could walk for days without coming across any village or road. Emma knew her way, she had stayed at nearly every hotel available in the area. Once or twice a month she stayed the weekend to take these long, relaxing walks. Today, she had taken one of her favourite routes. It was a narrow path that climbed quickly along the side of the hill. On her left, on the side of hill, were huge grey boulders that had stood there for such a long time that they had trees growing in them. On her right, the forest plunge down into a narrow canyon with a calm, but deep river. Emma had often found wildlife in this spot, deer and other animals that would climb down towards this calmer part of the river to drink. She therefore kept a close eye on the forest to her right, hoping to see one today. What she did not notice was the growth of blackberry brambles that had overgrown the narrow path. The blackberry vines served as trip wires as they lay across the path; and Emma quickly lost her balance as she walked into them unawares. With a cry, she fell forwards; but when she grabbed the brambles, she recoiled from their sharp thorns. She rolled down to the right and with a shriek, she started to slide down the steep hill. With nothing to grab onto during her fall, her speed increased until she was no longer able to stop herself. Miraculously, she managed to reach the bottom without hitting a tree; even though her clothes were dirty and ripped from all the mud and bushes she had passed through. She made it all the way into the river; deep enough to swallow her whole.
Spluttering, Emma surfaced. She quickly swam to the shore and climbed out of the cold water. She was drenched, her ripped clothing soaked through and through. There was no way out of the canyon except for climbing the steep hill back up to the path; but first she needed to rest. She knew there was very little chance that anyone would find her, not many people passed on these small, forgotten roads. Besides, she was certain she could save herself. It was only a short walk back to the hotel if she reached the path.
From her backpack, Emma fished her emergency package. She unfolded the emergency blanket on the forest floor and placed her shoes on top. It was a warm day, so she decided to undress to help her clothes dry. Her trousers and t-shirt she hung on the lower branches of one of the trees. Her underwear she kept on. No-one would find her here, but she still didn’t want to go fully naked out in the open. She used some of her bottled water to clean out the scrapes on her arms from her fall. The deeper cuts she cleaned with alcohol and protected with some band aids. She had a few bruises on her ribs; but all in all, she’d gotten of lucky after such a fall. After taking care of herself, Emma wondered how long she’d have to wait for her clothes to dry. It was warm, but beneath the shadow of the trees, it could take a long time. Eventually she decided to make a small fire to speed up the process. With the tools in her emergency package it did not take long until she had a small, warm fire going. While her clothes slowly dried, Emma at her lunch at the bottom of the canyon.

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Discipline for Charlotte


chapter one – A chance meeting

It was a cool night on a Friday in September. The street lights were blinding before Eric left them behind as he entered the relative calm of the local park. The tall oak trees alongside the hard-packed dirt road still kept most of their leaves this time of year, but the days were already getting shorter. The sun had already set and a deeper darkness lingered beneath the trees. As Eric entered those shadows, the noise of the city was far away and the temperature seemed to drop; he pulled his long grey coat closed with one hand. With the other he pulled a shopping trolley filled with groceries behind him. As one of the largest parks in the city, the empty lanes would have been filled with students and pensioners by day. The park had a bad reputation however – mostly concerning the safety of young women – and was largely abandoned during the night. Eric enjoyed walking the park when it was empty and quiet. The reputation it had, meant he had the place to himself. It was peaceful and quiet. He strode along with a confident stride, his footsteps echoing on the empty road.
Halfway through his route on the tree-lined paths he noticed a dark silhouette along the left side of the road, a single person sitting on a park bench. Eric continued on his way and tried not to look at the person he passed in the night. He was not in the mood to talk to the occasional drunk you could find here, sleeping off their hangover. Of course, he could not help himself and caught glimpses of her from the corner of his eyes. That she was a woman was obvious from her figure and dress. She did not seem drunk; though it looked like she had been crying. She did not look up as Eric passed and he continued on his way. ‘Just minding my own business.’ He told himself. Yet he stopped just a short distance after seeing her. He had seen only a glimpse of the girl, but there was something about her that had drawn his curiosity. Calling himself foolish he turned around. “Are you ok?” He asked her, a stupid question. She obviously was not.
The girl looked up and smiled weakly. “I’m fine.” She said.
Eric looked at her more closely; noticing her short wrinkled dress that – without any stockings or leggings underneath – must have been cold that time of the day; her long brown hair which hung loosely around her shoulders; the small golden hoops in her ears and the small silver chain around her neck, whatever was hanging from it hidden in the darkness. A teasing answer came to him right away, something about a woman never being fine when she used that word. It did not seem appropriate in this situation however and he kept it to himself. The girl pulled a lock of her long brown hair out of her eyes, revealing a fine oval face and a pair of glasses resting on her tip-tilted nose. She looked cute, despite her red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She was older than he had guessed from that first glimpse. He estimated her to be in her twenties: twenty-four or twenty-five, just a few years younger than himself. “Are you sure?” He asked. He did not really want to know, with this park’s reputation he did not want to get involved with the most obvious reason for a girl to be sat alone, crying on a bench. Still, he felt the desire to help her anyway; strange, he did not usually go out of his way to help a stranger. Luckily, she did not look like she’d been assaulted, her dress looked fine and she bore not visible marks or bruises.
“Do you have anything to eat, perhaps?” She asked him.
The girl’s request caught Eric off guard; food had not been on his mind at all. “Of course.” He said, pulling the trolley around. He smiled as he opened its zipper. “Most of it needs to be prepared first, but I have some fresh fruits and vegetables.” He rummaged around a bit before finding a box of seedless grapes. “Do you like these?” He asked.
“Yes, thank you.” The girl blushed slightly as Eric handed her the box, but she opened it quickly. She smiled more broadly when she propped the first small grape between her lips. The motion looked oddly sensual.
Eric watched her eat, unsure what to do or say to her. He seated himself on the bench next to her. It seemed she did not want to tell him what was wrong and that was fine by him. He felt satisfied to watch her eat. She hungrily devoured the grapes, their juices sticky on her lips and fingers. The girl did not seem to mind and she quickly emptied half the box. Astounded by how hungry she seemed, Eric pulled his trolley closer. “I have some apples too if you’d like.” He said. The girl looked up at him, obviously uncomfortable at his generosity, but unwilling to decline his offer. Eric smiled and dug up one of the green apples – he liked the sour ones – before she could say no. In an unusual moment of chivalry, he offered her his handkerchief first. She blushed more deeply than before, but used it not only to clean her hands, but dry her tears as well. “That’s better.” Eric said with a smile. “You’re already getting back some of your colour.” The girl’s blush turned scarlet and she looked away, covering the motion by taking a quick bite out of the apple. Eric turned away to put the box of grapes back in his trolley and let her compose herself. ‘I could leave now.’ He thought. There was really no reason for him to stay and watch her eat the apple. Yet it felt impolite to just stand up and go. He felt obliged to stay, to actually help her with more than just an apple and some grapes. Maybe he was just curious, but he felt like he cared for her, even though he did not know her at all. “When was the last time you ate?” He asked.
“Yesterday.” The girl answered, wiping her chin with his handkerchief. “Around noon I think.”
Eric’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten since noon today and already felt unspeakably hungry. He couldn’t imagine not having eaten for a whole day or more. Some of the vegetables in his trolley were destined to become a salad as soon as he got home. Dinner was on top of his to-do list. “How come?” He asked her, unsure how to ask her why she was here in the park, alone and hungry. For a second he thought she might have run away from home. Except, twenty-four-year-old girls don’t run away from home. Most of them don’t even live at home anymore.
“I just… Didn’t have enough time.” The girl said evasively.
Eric could hear the lie on her tongue. She was obviously embarrassed about whatever it was and did not want to tell him. Eric decided he didn’t need to know; her business was her own. “I was going home to make dinner.” He said. “You can have some if you like.” He surprized even himself with the offer.
The girl looked at him askance. “I don’t know…” She said.
Eric smiled. “I’m sorry, I hope that didn’t sound creepy. I don’t have any bad intentions. I just wanted to help.”
“Oh no. That’s fine.” The girl said, trying to assure him that was not what was on her mind either. “I’d like that… The dinner I mean.” She blushed again. “I’m Charlotte, by the way, what’s your name?”
“I’m Frederick, but please call me Eric. Nice to meet you Charlotte.”
The girl smiled, as if by sharing their names they were no longer strangers.

Charlotte followed the man she’d just met on his way home; she walked half a step behind him, letting him lead. She was unsure how to behave around him. He was a whole head taller than her, with semi-long unkempt brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard that gave him a very distinguished look. She was not usually shy around men, but not all men appeared as a handsome hero rescuing you in a cold dark night. From his clothes, she could only make out the heavy grey coat he wore, it was too dark to distinguish anything else. The coat reminded her of how cold she was, wearing nothing but her dress. She wondered if he’d offer it to her if she told him, like some gentleman in a story. She blushed again and decided she was too embarrassed to try. The park was dark and quiet except for their footsteps and the trolley’s two little wheels; yet somehow she felt safer now than she had before. They didn’t talk, Charlotte wondered what he was thinking, but she was not ready to tell him about herself. The silence was comforting and they did not break it until they reached the other side of the park and entered the bright streetlight-lit streets.
“Do you like cabbage?” Frederic asked her. “I was going to make a salad with some apple mixed in, but I might use the rest of the grapes now.”
“I do.” Charlotte replied enthusiastically, happy with the subject he had chosen. In the light, she walked more confidently, more beside him than behind.
“Good.” He replied, seemingly uncertain what more to say. “And do you eat meat? Pork? I sometimes like to add tiny strips of bacon…”
“I love bacon.” She replied. In fact, her stomach was rumbling. “Do you live far from here?”
“Just past the next crossover.” He said, guiding her, he stopped for the red light, even though there were no cars in sight. They arrived at a relative large townhouse with a beautiful old façade in red brick and a large door with a wrought iron grill. Charlotte looked up at the three-story building and hesitated as Frederic opened the door. It had not occurred to her yet that he might not live alone; but the large house was more fitting for a family than a bachelor. It was strange that she felt less confident considering the aspect that he might have a family. She did not have much time to think about it though, as Frederic turned around and held the door open for her. “Is something wrong?” He asked.
“No.” Charlotte replied. “I just did not expect you’d live in such a large house…”
Frederic smiled. “Yeah, it’s a bit big for me alone, but I like it.”
Charlotte suppressed a sigh of relief. She quickly entered the warmth of the hallway as Frederic pulled the door closed behind her and turned on the lights. “Please take off your shoes if you don’t mind.” He said. He had already taken off his own, so Charlotte kicked off hers and placed them next to his. The warm parquet floor felt strangely homely beneath her bare feet. The hallway led straight to a large living area with on one side a sitting room with a big TV and a large sofa and on the other side a modern wooden desk with a single big computer screen and a stack of papers. There were some small cabinets against the walls and most of them contained books. A small grey cat greeted Frederic as soon as he entered, purring and rubbing its head against his legs. It ran away when Charlotte bent over to scratch it behind its ears.
“Don’t worry.” Frederic said. “She’ll be back soon enough, she’s very curious and friendly to strangers.”
Charlotte smiled. “Just like her master then.” She said, following him to the adjoining kitchen. Just like the living quarters, this room was neat and tidy, very different from how her own apartment had been. Frederic dropped the trolley on the kitchen’s tiled floor – he had been carrying it so it would not to track dirt inside – and started unloading its contents. Most of it went into the fridge, some things, like a fresh cabbage and the half-empty box of grapes, were left on the counter. Charlotte felt quite useless while she couldn’t help, so she occupied herself by looking around his kitchen. A big window opening into a small garden had pots of fresh herbs on the windowsill; a stack of dirty dishes was left in a corner, waiting their turn in the dishwasher; on a small separate table lay a collection of cooking books and in the middle of all that stood Frederic. He wore a chequered shirt above clean brown trousers and looked even more handsome in the light than he had before. “Can I help with anything?” She asked after Frederic had dragged the trolley back to the hallway.
“You can cut the grapes if you’d like.” He replied. “Just cut them in half and the big ones in quarters.” He handed her a small kitchen knife and cutting board, while taking a bigger knife himself and promptly cutting the cabbage in half.
Charlotte very rarely cooked herself. Most of her meals came prepared from the store, kept frozen and only needed to be heated to eat. It felt satisfying to work in the kitchen, though she could not help herself eating a few more of the sweet grapes as she cut them. Next to her she heard the steady chop-chop of Frederic cutting the cabbage into thin slices. “Do you always cook yourself?” She asked him. “I mean; do you ever eat premade meals?”
“Oh, I do have some pizza’s in the freezer.” He replied. “But I find cooking relaxing, even if it’s just for myself. It is some time away from the TV or my computer.”
Charlotte smiled. Frederic sounded so… responsible. If it was up to her, she would have already been in the sofa with her feet up eating pizza while watching yet another TV-series from beginning to end. Finished with cutting the grapes she added them to the bowl in which Eric had already collected the cabbage. She then watched him put a frying pan on the fire and add chopped up pieces of bacon. The kitchen filled quickly with its recognizable and oh so tasty smell. While the bacon turned crispy above the fire, Eric added nuts, dried fruits and some dressing to the sliced cabbage. He handed her two plates and some cutlery and ordered her to set the table. The large kitchen table with four sturdy wooden chairs – and room for more – stood at the other side of the room. Charlotte wondered if Frederic often invited people for dinner, the table – like the rest of his home – seemed too big for one man alone. She placed the plates so that they would be seated facing each other.
“Please sit.” Frederic said as he mixed the bacon in with the salad and placed the bowl on the table. Somehow he had found time to grab a wicker basket with bread and a pot of butter as well. “What would you like to drink?” He asked her. “I don’t have much. I usually just drink water or a bit of wine, but I have some orange juice as well.”
“I’ll have what you’re having.” Charlotte said. She already felt he was going too much out of his way for her. The salad-bowl stood enticingly before her and she couldn’t wait to taste it.
“Feel free to start.” Frederic said. “I’ll be right there.”
Too hungry to be embarrassed Charlotte did as he said and filled her plate. She was just putting some butter on her bread as Frederic placed a small glass of white wine beside her plate and seated himself in front of her. “Bon appetite!” He said.

Finished with his dinner, Erik leaned back in his chair and observed the girl he had invited into his home. They hadn’t talked much while eating. She had told him she liked the wine and had complimented him on the salad. He had responded by saying he had just thrown something together, but had particularly enjoyed the grapes. What was left of them anyway… At some point his cat – Shirine – had joined them. She had even jumped on the table, though he had promptly put her back down. She was now meowing and begging for their attention from beneath their chairs. Charlotte absentmindedly scratched her behind the ears as she looked out the window at the rain rattling against the glass. That had started some time ago and he had seen her staring outside often ever since. “I can drive you home if you want.” Eric said. “You don’t want to go out in weather like this.”
Charlotte looked from the window to him. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” She said it with a voice so quiet he could barely hear. He did not know what to answer, but suddenly things started to become clear to him. Why she’d been alone in the park, hungry and crying. All she had with her was a small purse and the dress she wore. He should’ve realized it before. Her dress was cute and modern, a dark blue and reached halfway down her thighs. But it was very wrinkled and Eric wondered whether she had already spent a night outside in it. “I have a guestroom; you could spend the night if you want?” He said. “I always keep it ready in case I have guests, so it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
Charlotte looked at him with wide eyes. “Yes, please. Thank you!” She said. She sounded as if he’d offered the world to her and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes.
Eric felt slightly uncomfortable and stood up clearing his throat. “Let me show you.” He said. Unsure of what else to do, he decided to show her around.
Charlotte followed him to the hallway and up the stairs. “How many rooms are there?” She asked him.
“Four.” Eric replied. “There’s my bedroom and the hobby room on the first floor and the guest room and an oversized pantry on the second floor. There’s also a bathroom on the first floor in case you need it or want to shower.” He told her.
There wasn’t much to see in the guest room. There was a neatly made two-person bed and an old wardrobe empty except for an old chest at the bottom, the window looked out at the street out front. They were quickly headed down again.
“Is this the bathroom?” Charlotte asked as they passed it on the first floor. “I could really use a shower.” She said with a blush.
Eric showed her where to find fresh towels and returned to the kitchen alone. As he cleared away the dishes his thoughts were with the cute girl showering in his bathroom and all the vivid imagery that came with such thoughts. ‘She’s a poor girl in need of your help. Try to be a gentleman.’ He scolded himself. He banished any further thoughts of soft, bare skin assaulted by streams of hot, steaming water and covered in white foamy soap; instead he piled the dishes on the dishwasher and retreated to his living room with a book. He had been reading this one for a couple of days and easily lost himself in the story. He was able to forget about the girl he had ‘rescued’ for a while, until he heard her come back down the stairs. She wore a white towel like a turban on her head and one of his old bathrobes, though he had to admit she looked a lot cuter in them than he ever had.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, fumbling the robe. “I found it in one of the drawers.”
“Not at all.” Eric replied. He put away the book and moved over in the sofa. Shirine had already taken her favourite spot on the armrest. The thoughts he had banished before came back unbiddingly as the robe did little to hide her magnificent figure. “Would you like me to turn on the TV?” He asked, more to distract himself than her.
“Oh no.” Charlotte replied. “I didn’t want to interrupt your reading.” She didn’t sit, but looked at him with an odd look in her eyes.
“I was bored of the story anyway.” Eric lied. “Please sit, make yourself at home.”
Charlotte placed herself next to him as Eric grabbed the TV’s remote from the coffee table. She sat closer than necessary in the large sofa and her legs, bared beneath the short robe brushed against his. “I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done.” She said softly.
“Please don’t mention it.” Eric said. “I’m glad I could help.” The TV turned on with a loud noise and Charlotte rested comfortably against his shoulder. She felt warm to his touch and smelled of fresh soap. An old movie was playing and they watched it in silence. Eric had trouble concentrating on the movie as he was constantly reminded of her presence beside him. Many thoughts whirled through his mind: ‘put your arm around her shoulders’, ‘how soft would those creamy thighs feel beneath my fingers’, ‘she smells so nice’, ‘is she wearing anything beneath that robe’, ‘why is she sitting so close’, ‘ should I try to kiss her’ …. But he did none of those things and in the end felt it was for the best; it would have been inappropriate of him to take advantage of her, as vulnerable as she was right now. When the movie ended, they went upstairs together. He wished Charlotte goodnight as he entered his bedroom and she continued up the stairs to the guest room on the second floor.

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