His Sub

Chapter One

"Leah, we should really go out." Christina, one of my coworkers, says. I smile. "I'm not really interested in partying with people I work with 5 days of the week. That's like asking to see them on vacations. Isn't that what you escaped for? Not to see anyone you know." I respond. She giggles. "No silly, you go on vacation to drink, party, and meet sexy, hot guys. Duh!" I roll my eyes. "Christina only you do that." That earns me a laugh.

"Still, you should come. We will have lots of fun." Christina continues. "I'll think about it." She claps her hands together and squeals. "Yay!" She grabs a sticky note off of my desk and writes down whatever she needs, I'm assuming it's the address and time. She passes it back and sure enough it's the date and address.

She walks out of my office, her shoes making noise down the hall. I pull my wrist up and look at the clock I have there. 5:30. I click out on my computer and take me way through the halls, to the parking lot, in my car and home.

I open my tiny apartments door, the silence automatically engulfing me in. I walk in, close the door and set my purse on the couch. I kick my heels off and head towards the kitchen for a glass of champagne.

I lift the glass cup to my lips and take in a small sip. The fizzing of the champagne making my mouth water. I sit down on the couch to scroll through channels on television. I finally settle on a reality show.

I look over towards my glass wall. Living in New-York means living in a house where you see everything around you. Your walls aren't just walls, there glass walls.

After a countless of times telling myself, one more glass of champagne,  I'm on number four and still on the couch watching tv. Along with watching 6 shows in a row. I check my watch and it's already 10:00. I decide to call it a night and head to bed because of work. I stand up and head to the shower.

The steam of the shower makes the room even muggier. I step out onto the mat left on the floor just for the occasion of being wet. I slip my towel on and step out of the door. Walking over to my dresser, my doorbell rings.

Ian, my ex, always try's to come by at this time. I sigh. "Ian just go away. Were broken up. Dont you ge-." The man in front of me isn't Ian. He's a sexy stranger. He is tall, very tall that I would have to stand on my tiptoes to even be close to his lips. His eyes a hazel color, his skin a tan color, his faces traced with freckles and his hair a dark brown. Almost black. "Your not Ian." I whisper. " He chuckles. "No I am pretty sure my name is Liam. I just moved next door." He smirks.

"Hi, um yeah, hi. My names Leah." I tell him. "Nice to meet you." His eyes trail down my body, and I suddenly realize I'm in nothing but my towel. "Oh, well have a great night." I slam the door in his face. I facepalm myself. What is wrong with me? I always embarrass myself. I hear footsteps and think hes gone so I retreat back to my room.

I throw on my black lacy panties and matching bra, along with my blue night gown. Liam is so sexy. He's living next door to me. A sexy man, next to me. I can barely keep a relationship, let alone with an attractive man.

I frown and push him out of my head and throw myself on my bed and close my eyes. Before long I'm falling asleep and dreaming.

***
I wake up and roll out of bed to the sound of my alarm. I turn it off and throw on a black pencil skirt and a red shirt that is a v-cut. I also throw on my black heels. I brush my teeth, my hair, and apply mascara.

I grab my purse and keys and head out the door. While I'm locking my door, the door next to mine clicks open and out comes Liam. He looks my way and smiles. "Well look at that, a business lady. I would of never guessed when you opened the door in your towel." He reminds me. My face turning a deep shade of red.

I lock my door and walk away without another word left to share. My heels hit the floor behind me. I take the elevator to the parking lot. My car looking as beautiful as ever. shines in different spots while I walk towards it. I press the unlock button and get in.

The drive there is the same as every morning, lonely. I pull into an empty parking spot and head straight into the building. I go to my office. A pile of paper that wasn't on my desk yesterday is there now. It's the newspaper reviews. I already can't wait to get home and enjoy a glass of champagne.