Mr.Cater's Maid

Boston

By the time the private jet had landed Friday night, it was already 8 at night. Both of us were exhausted and ready to eat actual food since all we had on the plane was junk. Thankfully Adam already had a car service waiting for us. The driver was gracious enough to take our bags and stuff them onto the trunk. I never wished so much that I was rich so that I didn't need to coordinate a way home from the airport. Even better still, this man was such a smooth driver, or we were really tired, that we both took a nice nap.

We were jolted up by the car braking. When I  opened my eyes, I noticed we were stopped by a semi-busy street with large buildings on both sides. We both stretched and proceeded to get out of the car. I stared at the almost glass, really tall, and expensive-looking building directly in front of us and hoped this place had an elevator.

The wonderful driver was back to helping us again, always a step ahead of us. First, Opening my door then worked on getting our bags out of the trunk.

"Hello, can you help the lady carry the bags up?" Adam said to the driver who was turning the suitcases back to us. I saw him slip the guy a 100 dollar bill. What in the world...I thought. "I would greatly appreciate it," Adam added.

I wanted to protest, but I also didn't want this man to lose out on such a large tip.

"Of course, sir." He said, willingly turning the bag he would have handed me away.

"Thank you." I awkwardly added. I wouldn't even let my father carry my bags. This was an odd feeling.

Just from how lavishly the apartments' lobby was decorated, I could tell this place cost more money than I would make in the next 10 years...at least. One corner of the place had a fireplace with several tables around it. While the other side looked more like a gaming area, with a large TV, billiards table, and some pinball machines attached to the wall. There was even a bar but no bartender. All of this was empty, except for one man with a laptop sitting by the fireplace. If no one was utilizing the game room of a Friday night, what was the point of paying for it and setting it up? I guess the rich had better places to be at this time of night.

Adam's apartment was on the 14th floor, which meant the three of us took the longest and quietest elevator ride up. When we finally made it to a dark wooden door, which clicked on once Adam pressed something on his phone, he thanked the driver again and took the bag into his free hand.

"Ready to see my humble abode?" He asked, trying to build the mystery before fully opening the door.

"I am ready!" I faked excitement, not because I wasn't excited, but because I was tired.

He opened the door slowly for dramatic effect. I first saw the kitchen, cleaner than the one in the pool room, which of course was my fault. There were also a lot of large windows in the open plan kitchen and living room. I walked inside to get a better view of the view. The tall buildings we were just parked beneath were now at eye level. Looking down, I could see the traffic was building upon this street due to a red light a few blocks away.   I could see it all because of the height of Adam's apartment.   It made me feel like I was on a different planet. Like I was no longer on earth. At the same time, it made me want to watch Sex in the City. I imagine those women would come back to an apartment similar to this one after a night of drinking.

"Want to see our bedroom?" Adam said, raising his eyebrows at me.

This was the first time it sunk it that Adam and I had to worry about nothing for the next few weeks. Finally, we get to come home to each other, to this gorgeous and clean place. A giddiness started in my stomach and traveled to my toes. I was so excited. I was so happy. I lunged at him, and he caught me, holding my legs around his hips. I kissed him fiercely, the rest of the apartment disappearing out of view. We giggled and kissed as Adam transported me into a different room. Then his soft bed met my body and engulfed me into comfort I had never felt before. I caught a quick glimpse of the view from the bedroom window, and I think I saw a boat and water, but I could just be going insane in pleasure.