“That's awesome. Finally, I get my apartment back!” she pauses for a minute. “We need to celebrate. Drinks tonight?”
“I guess.” Going out is the last think I want to do but it's not like I can use packing as an excuse. When I moved out of Peter's I was in a hurry and I only grabbed a couple of boxes worth of essentials, couldn't bring myself to go back for more in case she was there.
“Okay, I'm going to grab a shower, then I'll call the gang and tell them to come over for pre-night out drinks.” she picks up her phone, rapidly tapping at her screen. “My audition should be done by six, so I'll tell them to be here by seven. Sound good to you?”
That was obviously a rhetorical question because she's in the shower before I even get the chance to answer, leaving me to start gathering my things together ready for my big move.
I wake to a hazy head, unable to move my arm as I slowly open my heavy eyelids and stare at the ceiling. It can't be time to wake up already.
Instead of the expected shroud of darkness, the sun blazes in through a crack in the curtain. Groaning and rubbing at my tired eyes, I look towards my bedside table to see the digital display read nine-thirty.
I glance down in the direction of my dead arm, immediately identifying the cause. A nest of ratty brown hair slightly obscures the naked body draped heavily over my torso.
I let out a sigh. Fuck! This is last thing I need.
Gently, I try to pull my arm from underneath her but it's no use, instead, I try to carefully roll her off me, praying that she won't wake up. She lets out a little moan, mumbling under her breath before drifting back to sleep.
Training starts tomorrow so Sarah agreed to have Madison for the weekend to allow me to blow off some steam. The events of last night are a little hazy but I certainly wasn't planning on bringing someone back to the house.
I have a couple of rules when it comes to bedding women:
Rule 1: One night only, no strings attached, and I always make things crystal clear before hooking up.
Rule 2: Don't shit where you eat. No friends with benefits or sleeping with people I work with.
Rule 3: Always go back to theirs, so they don't find out where you live.
I have no idea why I broke my own rule by bringing her back here, but now I need to figure out how to get rid of her before Mia gets here, and I need to do something without looking like a bigger asshole than I actually am.
It's going to be tough though. I can't even remember her name — Candice, no, Crystal maybe?
As I wash away the stench of sex and alcohol in the shower, I run through my to do list.
Call Jamison and set up my training schedule. Check.
Sign the contracts. Check.
Stock up the fridge. Check.
Fix up a room for Mia. Check.
I close my eyes and let the water rain down over my body and think back to that phone call.
When I called her on Friday morning to offer her the job, she seemed different. I'm pretty sure I heard a glimmer of excitement in her voice and I can't help but want to get to know her better. She reminds me a lot of Sam when we first met, and it intrigues me.
It's not like anything can happen between us though. I don't do relationships, not since Samantha. Plus, there's almost nine years between us, and I'm her new boss.
Sure, she’s cute but I’d be breaking every single one of my rules, for what?
Meaningless sex with my employee.
No thanks.
I finish up in the shower and reach over to grab my towel from the rack, wrapping it around my body before walking back to the bedroom.
The bed is empty. She's gone.
Hopefully, she's got the message and took off but as I spot her red lace bra on the floor, I realise that she's obviously still here. Somewhere.
Just as I'm about to pull on a pair of jeans, a fully manicured hand wraps around my waist and I pull away, turning to face her.
Leaning against the door frame wearing nothing but a pair of red lace panties, a smile, and way too much makeup is a tall, leggy brunette with a tiny waist and huge tits.
“Hey baby, I thought you'd tried to sneak out me.” she laughs softly, the silky sound of her sultry voice brings me back to last night at the bar. I'd had a little too much to drink and was ready to leave when she came over asking for an autograph. We started flirting and when I tried to make my excuses to leave... well let's just say she's a woman who knows what she wants and is used to getting it.
But it's not going to work on me again. Not today.
“Got a busy day, so...” I pause, hoping she'll pick up on my not-so-subtle hint to leave. Don't make me kick you out!
“I'll go on one condition.” she teases, “You give me your number so we can do this again.”
She grabs her phone from the bed and hands it to me.
“I made it clear last night that this was a one-time thing.”
“Oh baby, do you really think I'm looking for a relationship… with you?” She patronises, “That's cute. We had fun, I'd like to have more fun every now and again. That's all.”
I hesitate, not wanting to give her my number but needing to get her out of my house before anyone sees her.
I type in a fake number and pass the phone back to her, trying to busy myself with making the bed while she puts on a dress that leaves very little to the imagination.
“You sure you're
