Chapter 6
Rohan
“If I don’t hear typing, I’m going to make you get a shower like a functional adult.” I wasn’t completely sure when he’d had one last, but the way typing immediately started again had me convinced it’d been too long.
Knox didn’t stink and wasn’t visibly dirty, but it seemed like he only remembered to shower when he wanted to jerk off.
“I was thinking.” He tried to sound like a frustrated professional but I knew better than that.
“It’s called fantasizing when you’re thinking about being fucked. Write the scene or I’ll make you showerandsort mail before you get another orgasm.” That clearly sounded like a terrible enough punishment that the typing seemed to go faster.
And the cursing got louder too.
But he was frustrated with meandthe people on the page, so I wasn’t offended.
“Naughty authors who want to write more than clean need to actually write.” Mumbling to myself as I carried the bedding to the laundry room, I steadied my nerves before I opened the door.
Yep, just as bad as I’d thought.
Clothes and towels and what seemed to be the other set of sheets to his bed were piled around the room. How he wasn’t naked was beyond me, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t like the answer. “I’m not going to ask.”
I was, however, going to do a load of laundry before I started tackling the kitchen. I had reasonable goals, but if I wanted to find a few feet of countertop, I had to get my ass in gear.
“Alright, bedding and towels are going in first.” Clean bed. Clean body. Yep, those were both top of the list. “Then a load of darks because nearly everything he owns seems to be black.”
I approved.
I had a lot of black myself, but I had a feeling he chose it because it was less for him to think about. “He probably thinks it’s less work for his dry cleaner too.”
Shaking my head as I walked out of the laundry room once the washing machine was going, I squared my shoulders and went into the kitchen like it was a room full of truckers who were threatening to strike. “You’ve got this.”
It was just going to take a while.
“How is it this much of a mess if he doesn’t cook?” His honesty about that was showing with the insane number of takeout containers that were stuffed into the trash can and piled on the counter around it. “None of this makes sense.”
Deciding that taking out the trash would be the first step, I studied the dishes around the sink as I worked on corralling the mess. “He eats cereal? Since when?”
Did he even have cereal?
Abandoning the trash, I headed to the pantry and started searching through it, completely unsurprised when none turned up. “He doesn’t like cereal. It was some kind of texture issue.”
Doing my best to remember the details about one particular rant, I had a vague memory of him ordering breakfast to be delivered every day for a week because somehow all he had in the house was Cheerios and that’d triggered an author apocalypse.
“Mushy. It was something about the change in the state of matter and a grocery delivery that had gone spectacularly bad.” It seemed like another one of thoseKnox hadn’t gotten enough sleepissues, but he had enough of a point that half the group had agreed with him and the other half had told him to take a nap.
“Yep, no cereal.” Then how was there a bowl of what seemed to be the last few bites of Cocoa Puffs in the sink? “Is he on sleeping meds?”
That would make the sleep sex scene more doable, but I’d have thought he’d have mentioned it in his distracted ramblings at the very least.
Knox had written enough about aliens that some kind of weird abduction scenario didn’t seem out of the realm of possibility, but I wasn’t sure it was likely. “They’d have fucked him, not just fucked with him.”
Pushing the questions about cereal to the back of my mind, I focused on the trash issue since getting that under control would make the kitchen look a hundred percent better. But emptying it and the pile of recycling that was taking up one large corner gave me new questions.
“He doesn’t drink Pepsi.” So why were there several empty plastic bottles of it in his recycling? “What the fuck?”
Even on sleep meds, Knox wouldnotdrink Pepsi.
Did the aliens drink it?
