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eBook Category: Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: Belle Sterling loves to spy on her very sexy neighbors, Aden and Kevin, but she doesn't dare approach them to introduce herself. Until one night when they not only give her an erotic show, they hold a simple note against the window--"Come Over--#19." She does, and she has the night of her life. It soon becomes apparent to her that she's interested in a lot more than casual sex--but the two men have been in a relationship with each other for over a decade. Can they make room for her in their lives? That question becomes even more pressing when Kevin and Aden are forced to choose between professional advancement and Belle's best interests. They all must decide if what they share is merely searing sexual passion--or something far deeper.

eBook Publisher: Atlantic Bridge/Liquid Silver Books, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2006

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Words: 55280
Reading time: 157-221 min.
Microsoft Reader (LIT) Format: Printing DISABLED, Read-Aloud ENABLED
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ISBN: ISBN 1-59578-181-1

Belle munched on chips as she listened to Willow ramble about her day, school, her horrid professors, and the bug she thought she was coming down with. Belle didn't mind acting as a sounding board. That's what best friends do, after all. But she wished Willow would regale her with sexy adventures, tales of excitement and intrigue, maybe something involving pirates.

Belle crumpled the now empty bag of chips and began to wander around her large loft as she listened to Willow's ramblings, picking up trash and clothes as she went. Her mother would die if she saw the state of her apartment. She didn't even own a vacuum, though she did borrow one from the nice old lady downstairs for special occasions. How much did vacuums cost these days, anyway? Were they major investments? Target probably had some...

"Belle!"

"What? What? I'm here."

"Did you hear what I said?"

"Um, which part?" Belle looped a curl of hair around her finger and studied the ends. They looked awful. She would have to visit the salon soon.

"You always do this."

The clear anger in Willow's voice made her perk up and pay attention. The topic had apparently shifted to something important. "I was listening! Okay, so, what were you saying?"

"Daniel asked me out."

Belle blinked, drawing a blank on the name. "Um ... good?"

"Good? How can you say that? I knew you were the wrong person to talk to about this."

"Me? Your best friend? The wrong person? What is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, ever since Paul dumped you, you've been completely useless when it comes to men."

Belle frowned blinked, stung. "First, Paul did not dump me. I dumped him. Second, just because I've been looking doesn't mean I haven't been looking, you know? Now, tell me about Daniel. He's the TA, right?"

"Yes, he's the TA. Anyway, he asked me to the graduation bash next week."

"And this is a problem ... because?" Belle really didn't remember Daniel. She supposed it meant he didn't have any horrendous birth defects or horns or something.

As she tried to place the name with a face, she opened the blinds and surveyed the dark apartment across the alley. She hadn't seen anybody there for at least two weeks, maybe longer. A rather pathetic situation all around because she missed the two strangers. She didn't mean to spy on her neighbors, and she would never pry, but life was sweeter when they were there.

"It's a problem because ... well ... I kinda like him."

"I see."

"You know what happens when a really great, good-looking guy likes you?"

Belle snorted. "No, what? There seems to be a dearth of great, good-looking men around these parts."

"Everything gets weird."

Belle shrugged. That was true. Things could get weird. "So what? You just want to be friends with this guy?"

"No, I want to rip his pants off with my teeth."

"I know the feeling."

Belle was familiar with that particular urge. She eyed the empty apartment across the alley again. She had spent many long nights battling that very urge. Sooner or later, she'd have to move for her very piece of mind. Her mind darted back to the previous month when she had been up with a bad cold and happened to look out the window. There, as larger than life...

The lights across the street turned on. And there they were. An inadvertent squeal escaped Belle's lips. She covered her mouth in horror.

"What's wrong with you?" Willow asked.

"Oh, the Dynamic Duo is back," Belle sighed. "They've been on vacation for like, ever."

They looked to be in their late twenties, but Belle didn't know for sure. She couldn't decide which one was her favorite. The tall, dark, and handsome one definitely had several things going for him. Amazing build, good-looking face, great smile, nice hair. She wanted to lick him all over.

Not that she didn't want to lick the blonde one. A bit shorter than his statuesque roommate, he had a lean, swimmer's body. Whip-chord thin, but well-muscled. And so good-looking he bordered on pretty, with a killer smile.

"Who?" Willow asked.

She grabbed the chair and pulled it over to the window. Rather shameless, she knew. They were both carrying large suitcases, with garment bags slung over their shoulders. She couldn't help but notice how tan and healthy they looked. She imagined them stretched out on a sandy beach, the sun on their fine bodies. In Speedos. They would definitely wear tiny little briefs. And wet. Sun glistening off well-toned, muscled, wet, sand-covered bodies. Oh, the world could be so cruel. Why they had been gallivanting like Greek Gods on some exotic beach, she had been stuck in a boring job and a dead social life.

"My neighbors across the alley," Belle explained. "Two of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. I mean, really."

"So you're spying on them?"

"No. I'm not spying. Sheesh. But is it my problem if they don't close their blinds? And did I mention they walk around in their underwear? Did I mention they don't always wear underwear?"

In the beginning, Belle had felt guilty about her tendency to stare at them for hours. Just because they walked around naked in front of their window didn't mean she had the right to look. But as her own love life spiraled into a dark abyss from whence no light could escape and no living thing could survive, she got over her inhibitions.

Willow whistled softly. "No you didn't mention that part. You should go introduce yourself."

Belle snorted. "No." She could just imagine that conversation. Hi, my name is Belle. I'm the creepy girl from across the alley that stares through the window at you all the time. But I really am harmless. No really. Who would bail her out if they called the cops? And they would.

"Oh! Give them a show! See if they look!" Willow suggested. Belle couldn't tell if she was teasing or not.

"Why would I do that?" Not that she hadn't considered it, once or twice. But Belle wasn't all convinced anybody would want to look at her naked body again, let alone two super-hot strangers.

"Well if they stare at you, they're probably not gay."

"I don't think that's a very accurate test. I mean, if somebody was parading naked in front of your face without warning, wouldn't you look?"

"Well ... maybe ... but do it anyway," she encouraged.

Belle looked out the window again. They were undressing. Talking while removing one layer at a time. This part never got old. First, the jackets, then the ties, then the shoes, shirts, pants, and socks. She wasn't proud that she had this knowledge. It wasn't something she shared.

Belle had a good view of their entire apartment. The only rooms she couldn't see were the bedrooms, which, as it turned out, were the only rooms she wanted to see. The blonde one with the tight body sprawled out on the couch, flipping through a magazine. The tall, dark and handsome one was cooking in the kitchen--cooking actual food. Belle couldn't help but be impressed--her kitchen was where the chips and diet Coke lived.

"Can I assume from the long silence that they're doing something interesting?" Willow asked.

"What? No, they aren't doing anything." Except making me die a little. "I'm just ... admiring the view, really."

"Well, I've got to go, though I do love to listen to you admire the view. I have a ten page paper due tomorrow afternoon that I haven't even started yet," Willow sighed. "Thank God this whole college thing is almost over."

"Yeah, I'll catch you tomorrow for lunch."

"Don't do anything to crazy."

"I never do," Belle muttered as she hung up the phone. Tall Dark and Handsome had left the kitchen and carried two plates into the living room. Blonde and Lean took his plate without looking up. "God," she sighed. They were so pretty.

They could be straight as an arrow and it wouldn't have mattered, anyway. Their paths never crossed and she would never have the courage to introduce herself to them either. Something insanely stupid would come flying out of her mouth, she was sure. She noticed Blonde and Lean sneer at something Dark and Handsome said. He did that a lot--sneer. He had a good mouth for sneering. A good mouth for smiling. A good mouth for many things, she suspected.

Belle thought about what Willow suggested. Tease them a little. She couldn't walk around naked but ... there was that little red thing she never wore that was so gauzy it appeared to be made entirely out of dental floss. She had bought it for Paul, but that relationship headed south, past the equator, before she ever had a chance to use it. Not something she usually lounged around the house in, not even something she wanted to own, but maybe...

And the black fishnets that were buried in her sock drawer.

Belle rolled her eyes. She was being silly. She could probably walk around the house butt-naked and they wouldn't notice. Or if they did notice--hey, naked woman right in front of their face--they wouldn't care. What had Paul told her? "Lose weight or no one will ever fuck you again?" He had been a prince of a guy. "How did I let him slip away," she muttered.

She dug around her kitchen until she found her bottle of Bacardi. Bacardi was good. An old friend, she always kept a bottle or two on hand. Unfortunately, she didn't have any tequila. Her first choice when it came to liquid courage. Clutching the bottle, she went to her room, found the little red number, and after some consideration, the fishnets as well.

Belle undressed and studied herself in the mirror. In the past six months, she had definitely filled out. There were several pairs of pants that no longer fit, including her favorite pair of jeans, which was unfortunate. She didn't think she looked that bad though. If anything, she looked curvy.

Curvy. She liked that. She had curves.

She ran her hands down her legs. They were still smooth from the last waxing. Not that it mattered, of course. She didn't need to impress anybody. But if she were trying to impress somebody, she might consider painting her toenails. They always looked so cute after a pedicure.

Belle pulled the chemise over her head and admired the effect. The ruffles at the top accented her tits without looking silly. She could see the outline of her body through the almost-sheer red material. She stepped into the matching pair of underwear. She held her hair up, then let it fall, deciding which would work best. Ultimately, she chose to leave her dark hair tumble free around her shoulders.

The fishnet stockings did not quite complete the outfit. Something was missing, but Belle couldn't decide what. Did she need make-up? Maybe some cherry-red lipstick and some dark eye shadow. It would help, but it didn't quite round the outfit out.

Biting her lip, Belle studied her closet. A robe? Jewelry? The pink boa she bought last year for Halloween? Her eyes fell on her red stiletto heels she had bought years ago. A bell dinged in her head. Perfect.

Once the shoes were strapped on, she paraded in front of the mirror, Bacardi in hand. Sashaying and wiggling her ass, she couldn't help but wonder who that hot chick in the mirror was. Dressed to kill, but no prey in sight.

Belle pursed her lips and batted her eyes. "Maybe it's time to introduce myself after all."