Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 44031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Yes. There’s a bath and a shower as well.” He moved to the bathroom, rubbing at his eyes, trying to wake himself up. He wasn’t a morning person.
This chick though was clearly on something.
She asked a couple more questions about the rent, the facilities, and he told her how much it would cost.
After he’d gone through all the billing details she smiled. “I’ll take it.”
“You want the room?”
“Yes. I love it.”
“You want to see the rest of the apartment?” he asked.
She brushed past him. “Kitchen, your room, living room … stripper pole? Interesting, and we’ve got a little balcony.” She shrugged. “I don’t see a reason for any of this to be a problem.”
“Okay, I’ve got a few conditions first.”
“Shoot, I’m listening.”
She shoved her hands into her back pockets, and he couldn’t help but be distracted by her tits as they thrust out. She had a nice rack on her, that was for sure.
“Wow, eyes are up here, buddy,” she said.
“I don’t like being told what to do.”
“Good for you.”
“I mean it.”
“Are you trying to warn me not to tell you what to do?” She chuckled. “I want to rent the room, not be your momma. I have no interest in what you do. Next.”
He was finding this interesting.
“Are you offended by my stripper pole?”
“Are these questions really necessary?”
“To get the room, yes.”
“The pole doesn’t bother me. It’s an interesting piece, but if you have women over using it and you guys start having sex, either shout or send me a text not to leave my bedroom. Otherwise, I got no problem with that being here. What else?”
“There’s no curfew.”
“Fine. I work two jobs. I’ll be coming and going all hours of the day and night. Also, I can survive on a couple of hours’ sleep, so no biggie there. I’ll have my key. Is that it?”
“I have a lot of lady friends over. Is that going to be a problem?”
“Do what you want. I just want to rent the room, Jax. Seriously. I have no interest in finding out about you or your life or even making judgements about it.”
“Why are you moving apartments?” he asked.
“I’ve got a very shitty landlord. He seems to think it’ll be good to proposition me and I have no interesting in fucking a guy for the place I pay to rent. Moving on seems like a good option. This place is really good,” she said. “I pay my rent on time every single month. I’m hard-working. I’m clean. I also don’t mind doing laundry. Is there a place to do laundry?”
“The basement. They have machines for you to do that.”
“Okay, cool. When can I move in?”
“How long you got your other place?”
“End of the week. If you say yes, I’d like to decorate that room then move everything in that I’ve got. Will that be a problem?”
“No, I don’t think so. Do you need help with your landlord? I could come and help with that.”
“That is really not necessary. Honestly, I can handle him. I’ve been doing that for a couple of months now. Awesome about everything else you said.” She went into her bag, and he watched as she counted off some dollar bills. “If you hand me the keys we can consider this a down payment on the rent, and I’ll give you the rest when I move in?”
He took the money and handed her the keys.
“Thank you. I’ll be back. Thank you so much for this, Jax.” She held her hand out again, and he shook it.
Within the next second, she was gone, walking out of the apartment, and he even heard the click as she locked the door behind her.
Rubbing the back of his head, he glanced around his space, frowning.
What the hell had just happened?
She’d seemed more amused by his questions than actually offended.
He checked the time and saw it was a little after 4:30 in the morning. Sleep wasn’t going to come easy. Making himself a coffee, he took a seat on his sofa and grabbed his cell phone.
Not even caring about the time, he called Ryan, who answered on the third ring.
“Seriously, do you know what time it is?” Ryan asked.
“I have a new roommate.”
“What? I thought you turned down the last guy?”
“I did. I’ve just had another.”
“Now? At four-thirty-five in the morning? Jeez, Jax, don’t you have a life?”
“She called me up at three and asked about the apartment,” Jax said.
“Ryan, what the hell is going on?” Lily asked in the background.
“It’s nothing. Jax has a roommate. It’s a girl.”
“Why would a girl want to be with him?”
“Hey, tell your woman to be nice. I’m a good catch,” Jax said.
“Jax, you give a whole new meaning to being an asshole. Women sleep with you, but they don’t like you.”
He heard movement and the sound of a door closing. “You had to go and wake me up, so now tell me what the hell happened.”