The doorman alerted Mrs. Horowitz to his presence, despite insistence that he be allowed access to the residence without notification.
She parted with the elevator into a lobby of classical design. She wore a skirt of maroon and black, by Miuccia Prada. The blushing silk blouse and black stockings were courtesy of Jean Paul Gaultier. However, the beaming white smile and flush red lips, were all her own.
She placed a small, rouge kiss, onto his cheek.
“What a pleasant surprise!”
The doorman, suited in an evergreen ensemble, smiled pleasantly. Still, he was vigilant.
“I hope I haven’t disturbed you.”
“Not at all! As a matter of fact, I was hoping I’d see you.”
The comment piqued Benjamin’s interest, as well as the doorman’s.
“Renaldo, a taxi please.”
The doorman arose from his perch.
“Yes, Mrs. Horowitz.”
And proceeded for the door.
“You’re a doll.”
The doorman smiled, which ventured on a blush, though he maintained his professional demeanor. He exited onto Central Park West in pursuit of a coach, leaving the paradoxical pair to its amatory quagmire.
Lucy turned to Benjamin.
“There’s something that I have to show you!”
Implode. Part XLII – DK