Tiffany took a deep sigh as she looked up at the tall brick block of flats in front of her clutching a piece of paper with the address on, this was it she was starting a new life, away from parents and more importantly away from abusive ex boyfriend. The man on the phone sounded nice enough he had seemed enthusiastic for her to come over and look at the place which was always a good start.

'Well here goes nothing' she thought to herself pushing her shoulder length brown hair over one ear, egging herself on to take the first step through the door and her new life.

Tiffany looked up in ore towards at the high ceilings.

'Wow look at this place' she marvelled to herself, suddenly her train of thought came to a sudden halt as she suddenly walked into something causing her to collide to the floor onto her behind. Tiffany looked up confused as to what she had walked into and saw a tall dark haired man grinning down at her, her heart skipped a beat, those straight pearly white teeth making a perfect smile that caused dimples in a handsome face covered with salt and pepper bristles.

The man looked down at her, his breath caught in his lungs, his eyes scanned the curvy figure of the woman dressed in a tightly fit flower print dress, his eyes scanned down her body and he swallowed hard as he saw the dress had ridden up high up her smooth tanned thigh. He coughed and drew his eyes away, come on Max act normal, act normal.
"I'm I'm sorry" she stuttered on the ground.
"Faults all mine" he managed to speak "Hear let me help you up" he said offering a hand, she took it and helped her up off the ground.

"Thank you" she said smoothing down her dress over her curves. "I err I came to look at the flat that's for rent, I arranged a viewing" She explained trying to sound as polite as possible.

"Oh yes I remember, Tiffany right?" he said grinning, come on Max act normal don't ruin it, "Well I'm Max the owner lets show you around" pointing a finger up the stairs in gesture for her to follow him.

Max opened the door and showed her into the flat, Tiffany fell in love with it straight away, the big open windows and the dark wooden floors everything was just perfect. She stared out of the window and looked onto the city below.
"Best view in the building if you ask me" 'Except you' he thought to himself.

"How much?" she asked enthusiastically grinning at him.

"Thirty eight hundred" Blurting out the usual number he said to girls he liked.

"Wow really what's the catch got mice or creepy neighbours, something like that?" Max gave a short awkward chuckle when he realised that if anything he was the creepy neighbour.
"No nothing like that actually..." suddenly there was a loud vibration causing items in the flat to shudder and vibrate.

"What was that?" she asked slightly shaken.

"Oh that, yeah that's what I was talking about the trains get pretty noisy round here and it takes a lot to heat the place in the winter" Tiffany nodded with understanding.

"Still if you got someone in your bed the cold shouldn't be too much of a bother" He suddenly blurted out. 'Oh God Max why did you say that, you've blown it now haven't you' He panicked to himself.

"W, what do you mean by that?"

"Sorry, sorry I shouldn't have said anything, I just assumed well you know, that you'd have a boyfriend" Tiffany shook her head.

"No nothing like that, my partner and I just broke up" 'Jackpot' Max thought to himself, don't blow it Max don't blow it.

"Oh sorry to hear that" He said trying his best to sound sympathetic.
"Well I'm really interested in this place if you think I'd be a good resident" Max nodded.

"Yes, Yes I'd like that" Tiffany smiled and Max smiled back.

Unpacking had been a challenge and a half, with no family to help her she was forced to move everything in by herself. Grabbing box after box and climbing all those stairs with it to the flat.

"Need some help" a voice drawled behind her, she yelped and jumped the box fell to the floor causing the contents to spill all over the floor.
"God Dammit" she fumed bending down to pick up the books and chucking them back in the box. Max bent down and helped pick up the books, Tiffany reached for a book, Max reached for the same book his hand rested on hers. Both kneeling down they both looked at each other, Tiffany's heart leapt to her throat as his dark brown hazel eyes stared across at her. Max scanned his eyes over her, the way a strand of hair had fallen across her face, the way the manual labour had caused a thin layer of sweat causing her chest to shine in her low cut dress. For a moment there was silence as they stared at each other.

"T, Thank you" she stuttered pulling her hand and the book away.

"Look if you need a hand shifting this lot..."

"No, no I'm fine really" Last thing she was going to do was except help, the reason she had moved here was to be independent and to get away from men. Max's jaw clenched, Dammit why did they never accept his help.

Tiffany shut the door behind her and leaned her back against it, closed her eyes and sighed, that was it, done, finished. She looked at all the boxes and groaned; now all he had to do was unpack the bloody stuff she thought to herself. Well that could wait she decided, first she was going to have a shower and then she could start targeting all the stupid boxes.

Max paced up and down, his fists clenched she had refused his help, he had been polite and charming to create a good impression and she'd refused his help. 'Because you're a useless weak man just as August says you are, she'll never like you' He thought to himself, the thoughts in his brain buzzed like static his head, his head felt so crowded with all the mixed emotions he was feeling, he had to see her again. On one hand he felt optimistic that this could be different, that she could grow to love him without discovering his secret or if she did find out that she wouldn't freak out but they were also conflicting with the thoughts of failure and of rejection that she would never grow to like him and she would carry on living in that flat unaware of his existence.

Max stood in a dark secret passage way peaking through a spy hole that led into the bathroom, he had seen her sweating he knew that she would be heading for a shower soon. Suddenly there she was stood barefoot on the white tiled bathroom floor slowly lifting the dress over her head, her long brown hair fell down her naked back. His eyes studied her with deep interest careful not to miss a thing he wanted to remember every detail. His eyes wondered every curve her soft smooth tanned skin, her flat stomach and curvy long legs, his breath in short quick breaths each one seeming to get trapped in his lungs.

Tiffany stood in the shower her eyes closed letting the hot water cascade down her tired aching body, maybe she should have accepted Max's help but she was too proud for that but she was also proud of herself that she had managed to get all of her belongings inside the block of flats and up the stairs to her flat all by herself. Her thoughts wondered to the encounter picking up the books, the atmosphere you could have cut with a knife it had seemed so awkward, but it had also felt exciting. His touch had caused Goosebumps and lightning bolts to travel along her skin and the way he looked at her, God she could melt and submit to those eyes alone.

Max's eyes were wide with wonder and passion looking through the peephole in the bathroom, he became hard just looking at her, he tried to control it he tried to control the urge that build up inside him, he knew it was wrong, he knew it was dirty and perverted but couldn't resist the urge to touch himself as he watched her run the bar of soap along her long smooth legs and across her flat stomach and large tanned breasts. Along with his climax came the feeling of shame he knew it would it always did, he was covered in sweat and cum and was fascinated by a woman that didn't even know he was there he didn't know if he could even feel any more ashamed and embarrassed with himself. 'Maybe he was a weak man' he thought to himself 'He could be there talking to her but instead he was here watching her in the shadows, all because he was too cowardly' He cursed at himself for being such a fuck up, for being the way that he was he hated himself for being such a coward hiding in the showers instead of going to talk to her.

Slowly she got out of the shower he saw the water run down her naked skin and the way her wet brown hair cascaded towards her chest, Tiffany wrapped herself in a towel that alone was one of the most delicious sights he had ever seen, he longed to see more but knew he had to quickly blocked the peep hole up before it could be noticed and walked along the corridors and into his own flat. He couldn't believe this woman was here, he couldn't have wished for a more gorgeous woman to be in the flat. Sure they had been others, there were always others but she was different, she was special, she was his.