The Painter

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Aiden was a painter by trade. Not the imaginative, Picasso type, but a decorator. It wasn’t what he had aspired to be, but for now, at least, it kept him living comfortably in his bachelor lifestyle. At 33 years of age, Aiden had yet to find a woman he connected with on a high enough level to convince him he wouldn’t be wasting his time and money on a wedding. It didn’t faze him though; he was good-looking, kept himself in shape and, from extensive experience, he was quite the ladies man. They seemed to be drawn to his confidence and witty arrogance. This, in turn, had helped his business to no end. His women customers, impressed more by him than his actual work, had a tendency to tell all their girlfriends of this delightfully alluring man who could come and give their walls a quick once over. Aiden had lost count of how many bedrooms he’d redecorated for these adoring women, but there were certain perks involved in a number of the jobs he’d done. Currently Aiden had been contracted by a man name John Biggs to repaint the whole downstairs of his house. It was a big job that would take him the best part of a week to complete, but the pay was more than reasonable. Aiden was 4 days in and had just started on the lounge. He didn’t know much about John; except for he didn’t like him. He strode around the house with his phone more or less glued to his ear, barking orders to some poor S.O.B at the other end of the line. Aiden assumed he must be a lawyer or something similar judging from the çankaya escort nature of his calls. The two men didn’t have a whole lot in common, so in the short periods when John wasn’t on the phone there wasn’t a lot of conversation between them. Aiden much preferred it this way and John was much too wrapped up in himself to really care. Aiden pressed on with his work. This was his last room, and then he could finally be out of there. 5pm. Aiden was packing up his things, ready to go home for the night. John was in the kitchen, typically on his phone. But when Aiden paused to listen he found that John was no longer barking orders; instead he was speaking calmly. Aiden strained to hear what he was saying.“Why can’t you stay with your parents? No, it’s not that. I’ve just got some guy doing some decorating, everything’s a mess downstairs. Fine. Okay Grace, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. See you then, gorgeous.”Aiden picked up his bag and headed towards the kitchen. He poked his head around the door frame, “I’m off now Mr. Biggs, see you first thing tomorrow.” John gave a quick nod and Aiden made for the front door. He couldn’t help but wonder who this Grace girl could be. His daughter? The guy looked like he was pushing 50 so it was possible he could have kids somewhere. But surely he wouldn’t have called her “gorgeous” if so, and he had also mentioned her parents, so perhaps she was of no relation. Aiden got into his van with keçiören escort the tiniest smile on his face. Maybe this job would get a little more interesting tomorrow… Aiden pulled up on Biggs’ driveway at 8:52am the next morning. He opened the front door to the house, letting himself in as instructed by John. He went through to the lounge and immediately heard voices coming from the kitchen. One belonged to John, the other to a female. This, Aiden assumed, must be Grace. He headed in the direction of the kitchen. “Good morning, Mr Biggs,” Aiden called out through the open kitchen door.“Ah, Aiden, come in for a second would you?” John replied. Aiden stepped in and looked in the direction from which John’s voice had originated. “I want to introduce you to my fiancée, Grace.”Aiden gazed at the woman stood next to John. She was much younger than the man next to her; she barely looked to be 21. However her beauty took Aiden’s breath away. She had dark, chocolate brown hair that flowed half way down her back. She had the most intense green eyes that captivated Aiden, set into a delicate, pale skinned face. She had a petite frame; Aiden guessed she was no more than 5’ 2”. Her pert 32C breasts pushed at the material of her top, looking to be freed. Aiden’s eyes travelled further down her perfect body. She was wearing a mini-skirt, so her beautifully shaped legs were on full display. Looking at them, Aiden could only imagine what etimesgut escort it would be like to have them wrapped around his waist. It had only taken him a split second to take all of her in but Aiden felt like he’d been staring at her for hours. He quickly came to his senses again. “Pleased to meet you, Miss.”She smiled so sweetly at him then, that Aiden felt almost compelled to take her in his arms right there in front of John. “You’ve done a wonderful job with the decorating, it looks so much better than before.”“Thank you.” He lingered there for a second or two, just looking into her eyes. “Well, I should be getting back to work if I ever want to get this room finished.” Aiden ducked out of the kitchen and headed into the lounge with a huge grin on his face.   Two hours later, Aiden was working hard when John came in to speak to him. “Since I have a somewhat unexpected guest, I have to go out and do a little shopping. I shouldn’t be gone more than an hour. Grace will be here if you need anything.” Aiden nodded and John exited the house, got into his car and drove away. Aiden stood looking out the window, watching John’s car roll down the street. He had butterflies in his stomach. He would be alone with this stunning girl for a whole hour. He didn’t know if he was more scared or excited. He wanted her, but could he run the risk of getting caught? Suddenly there was a hand on his shoulder. Apparently, she had already made that decision.   Aiden turned to look at her. He couldn’t believe how a girl like her could be with someone like John. He didn’t like to think it was money, but the guy didn’t have much else going for him. He looked into her eyes and saw his own lust reflected there. Neither of them said a word; they didn’t have to. She simply took him by the hand and pulled him in the direction of the staircase.

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