Confessions of a Wanton

3 Sunbathing?

🎶 Miss Murder : AFI 🎶

Setting my painted white camera in the white tripod, while carefully angling it to face my marks front door, I press record.

Its hidden through the white curtain, where it shouldn't be too noticeable, white on white and all. It would live stream to my phone, technology allowing it to only signal when his front door is opened or there is a disturbance behind his curtains. It won't pick up car movement unless they are in his paved driveway.

Thank goodness we still have WiFi. I know its not an essential part of life. Especially after the virus swept over the globe. It certainly makes my job easier though. Also, naming my network 'THATSWHATSHESAID' brings me a small amount of satisfaction. Especially when the password  is 'BUTNOTTOYOU'.

Its the little things in life that are supposed to bring you the most joy right?

His house is a pale blue, white trim lacing the windows. A metal fence adorned with a small gate rests in the front, wrapping around from the edge of his garage to the back of the house. I assume it's for his dog to run freely.

The yard is well worn with scarce patches of grass inside the fenced area. A large doghouse pitted in the corner. There's no chain visible, but a large dog door set awkwardly inside the ornate doorway. As if Damien installed it himself.

I chuckled at the thought. Men sure like to do things all by themselves, probably hadn't even looked at the instructions. Me too. Though I do read the instructions, preferring to do things the correct way the first time. I'm efficient that way.

Killian had bought the house adjacent to his brothers, having me live there for the time being as his neighbor. Borrowing sugar and shit for the cookies I won't be making. Let the covert seduction begin.

It's a nice house as far as houses go. The outside was a sunny yellow with white trim, a flower garden spread out underneath the bay windows. I didn't know what kind of flowers they are called, fucking blue and yellow ones, with what looked like a rose bush on each side of the house.

There is fresh cut grass on the front lawn where I fully intend to sunbathe, when he's home of course.

Whether I wear clothes or not depends on our first encounter.

The suburb is that of the cookie cutter variety. Each house a different color but has the same trim and layout.

I'd walked into my temporary home before sunrise, in the dark, memorizing every turn. Knowing I will eventually end up in his house, doing the same pattern but with the difference of his probably having stuff I'd have to skirt around. Hopefully by that time I won't have to break in, I'll be invited instead.

I sigh, miserable about having to shop. Buying a few things for my cover, as this house is too empty. I miss my comfy couch and plush rug. I'd never gotten a bed, preferring to sleep on the couch. This house has a bed, no couch.

Damn. Maybe I can convince Killian to get one that I like to "add to my cover".

I don't like spending out of my own pocket. Doesn't matter that I snapshot the receipts directly and he reimburses me within a few hours. I just like it when he buys me things because I ask for them. Makes me feel pretty damn good when he does those things for me.

Perhaps that's just me getting too close, feelings are never a part of this equation. If this is Algebra and Killian is the A and I'm the B... the answer will forever be unknown and a resounding Y. Completely different and on the other side of the spectrum. The wrong way to do algebra. Love isn't an option, much less a figment of this 'working' relationship.