Oliver has wanted to make love to her – #fridayfiction
Oliver has said nothing about his plan, but for the past two days he has thought about little else. Not because he minds the daily commute to Wyattsville; but because the door to the other bedroom is less than three feet from the door to their room. As much as he cares for Ophelia, that’s too close for comfort.
Since the day Annie first appeared on his doorstep, Oliver has wanted to make love to her—not in a cautious way that hides beneath the covers and speaks in soft whispers to avoid being heard, but with a joyous passion that casts abandon aside.
Today he has three different architects coming to look at the house. His thought is to add a wing, one that is an exact replica of the loft, skylight and all.
The first one arrives at ten o’clock on the button. He checks the loft then walks through the remainder of the house.
“What you need is a completely new floor plan,” he says. “If we take down the wall between the living room and the dining area, we can create a pass-through to the kitchen and make it a great room.”
“We’re happy with the house just as it is,” Oliver replies. “All we need is a wing for the extra bedroom.”
The architect raises an eyebrow. “And you want it to look like that room upstairs?”
“That room looks like something a do-it-yourselfer put together. It’s not finished properly. There’s no beveling on the bookcase. The mitering on the baseboard is crooked as a drunkard’s hat and I’ll bet dollars to donuts that if you took a level to the floor, you’d find at least a seven degree slant.”
“You’ve got a good piece of property here,” he says. “Just give me the okay and I can turn this place into a showcase with nice clean contemporary lines. I’m visualizing an all glass walk-through that leads to a side wing suite.”
“I’m not interested in redoing the house,” Oliver repeats. “All I want is a wing that replicates the upstairs bedroom.”
The architect wrinkles his nose and shakes his head. “Sorry buddy, no can do,” he says. “I’ve got a reputation to uphold.
He takes back the business card lying on the table and walks out.