I close the file folder I’d spent the last few minutes rereading and lay it on the seat beside me as the hover car slows, veering away from the late evening traffic. It’s descent between the houses around us signals my imminent arrival at my destination.
A quick glance in the mirror assures me all is well with my appearance: Blond hair combed off my forehead to reveal a widow’s peak, square jaw, full lips that seem to smile naturally, a cleft in my chin--and none of it my own.
"We’re here, sir."
"Thank you, Klaus." I climb out, and a few drops of rain fall, landing on the shoulders of my coat. The hemp is waterproof but the material is incredibly expensive. Overhead, the night sky opens up and warm summer rain spatters my face.
I reach back into the car, grab the briefcase, though it’s nothing more than a prop, and close the door, knowing Klaus will be here when I return in an hour or so.
The house in front of me mirrors its neighbors on either side: white, two-story and narrow with curved corners, sculpted in fluid lines. But where the other houses are lit up like noon, this one has only a single light glowing from a first floor window, too weak to pierce this gloomy and overcast night.
I climb the steps, and enter without knocking. "Ameda." Setting my briefcase just inside the door, I slip out of the coat and hang it in the closet.
"I’m here, darling." The sound of her voice draws me in, teasing my cock.
The hallway, done in shades of luminous white and gray, absorbs the sound of my footsteps as I cross to a set of open double doors and the living room where she awaits.
Framed by the pale blue couch she’s stretched out on, Ameda Haviem is a blonde and beautiful vision, her long tresses gathered into a single, tight braid that begs to be released. Her pale, delicately sculpted face is nearly devoid of makeup except for her shiny lips, a touch of color on her plump cheeks and shimmering blue eyes.
At the sight of her, my cock swells to uncomfortable proportions, but I’ll just have to be patient. Rutting like an animal is not part of the plan.
"Micah," she sighs, laying her book aside and standing to greet me. "How I’ve missed you."
"I’ve only been gone four days." In truth we’ve never met, but my arms circle her waist and I smile down at her as a husband would, making sure she can feel my erection.