I walked out of the restaurant where I worked and hurried quickly to my apartment, thanking God that I was so close. I didn’t think my legs could take much more.
My knees were killing me after being on my feet for the past eight hours straight. Not a single break in the whole time I was on shift.
Thanks, Macy, for not showing up for your shift and making me work both yours and my sections. It was fucking awesome, I thought sourly.
I entered the building, forgoing the mail seeing as, if I stopped, I wasn’t sure my legs would hold me up anymore.
I took the one flight of stairs up to my apartment, and had nearly reached my door when a large man came barreling out of the apartment next to mine.
He was a huge man.
Big, with beautiful brown hair, a strong jaw, and gorgeous brown eyes. Eyes that actually leaned more towards gold rather than brown.
His eyes flicked up to me and away, just as fast, instead focusing on the man he was dragging out of the apartment with him, kicking and screaming.
A nearly naked man.
I flattened myself against the wall, but the shoulders of the large man in his impeccable business suit still brushed my collarbone in the narrow hallway.
His bare hand brushed the exposed skin of my legs where my shorts ranged on the too-short side of short.
An electric jolt surged through me, making my back straighten, and my eyes to fasten onto his as he passed.
His eyes were just as wide, and looking at me like I’d just grabbed his testicles in a one handed grip… which I most certainly did not.
Not that it wasn’t tempting, but I didn’t think I could work up the energy to have sex with the handsome man, even if my body did yearn for his.
I started walking away on wobbly legs just as he passed me, ignoring the man he was dragging completely. I’d seen the two before, of course.
The apartment he’d come out of was Macy’s. And the man he was dragging was Farrow, her boyfriend. He’d probably been the reason that Macy hadn’t come into work today, the big bastard.
The other man I didn’t know the name of appeared to be related to Macy’s boyfriend. Same hair, same features.
Although, now I knew his touch set my vagina on fire, and I needed to avoid him at all costs.
Something I could easily do since it was more than obvious he’d never stoop down to my level. Slumming didn’t even look like it was a word in that man’s vocabulary.
As I got my door open, though, I looked over my shoulder to see the man’s eyes on mine.
He was staring at me intently.
I didn’t touch your balls, why are you staring at me like I did something inappropriate? I wondered.
His smile widened, almost as if he’d heard my thoughts.
My eyes narrowed on him, and he began to laugh as he started to pull his brother down the flight of stairs by his hair.
Farrow straightened up and went willingly, walking, because he didn’t want to be drug down them, I’d guessed.
The man didn’t look like the type to take no as an answer.
