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HUDSON
The apartment next to mine has been unused for some time. So it’s been nice not having noisy neighbors. Especially, ones who like to attack unprovoked and take a shot at my balls.
What the hell is Laurel thinking? Now, I get to see her crazy side. Not sure I’m a fan. Yet, I still find myself drawn to her. A little crazy is good, but she is on a whole other level today.
She didn’t even look before she attacked me, or she would have recognized me. My balls are aching, and this bulge in my pants is becoming cumbersome. I can’t take care of it while she’s here, and she refuses to leave.
None of my friends are here to witness or I’d never hear the end. My job might be a little dangerous, but I never hesitate. The military shows how valuable a few seconds are during a crisis. However, Laurel shoving pizza down her throat and watching TV on my couch, I couldn’t have prepared for.
The way she talks and makes everything sexual is a turn on right now, which isn’t helping my situation. I want to scoot closer, and use my fingers to pinch her nipples, and then slide underneath her panties and show her what she is missing, but I can’t.
I can’t sleep with her, not now, never!She is proving to me a handful, and I need to stay away. What are the odds of Lacey’s sister moving in next door? The universe is playing games with me right now, and it’s time for me to forfeit.
“I think it’s time for you to leave.”
Her eyes gaze down into my lap. It twitches. Don’t make this harder. Why can’t she just stop staring at my dick? Has it been that long for her or is she still high off our encounter? I think she enjoys being thrown up against a wall, and I wish I could oblige her kink. We could have some fun in my bedroom, but she’s Lacey’s sister. It’s a boundary I don’t want to cross. If she ever comes back and works for me, I would have to turn Lacey down. My rule is concrete and if I bend them now, then it calls for problems down the line.
“You always carry a gun?” she asks intently.
It sounds like a sexual innuendo, and my lower half agrees. Her eyes pause at my ankle, where my gun is sitting in its holster. Maybe she doesn’t realize what I do for a living. I work in security, so of course, she should know better, since her sister worked for me. I’m sure she talked about the company during their phone sessions.
“Are you an assassin?”
I couldn’t help but snicker. “Have you observed many assassins? If so, I’d love to hear more.”
Now she thinks I’m an assassin? This woman is crazy. She is nothing like Lacey. Apple ended up falling far from the tree on this one.
“Of course not. Only in movies, but they have ankle holsters,” she says, as her one eyebrow shoots up.
I try not to grin. No need for her to know. I think she’s amusing. Her long, chestnut hair is in a high bun, showing off her glowing complexion and her top painted on, hugging a set of perky breasts that will fit in my hands nicely. It’s been a while since touching a woman’s body. For a moment, I consider kissing her, but I check myself. You are not banging the next-door neighbor. It will end tragically for both of us. That didn’t stop me from speculating about how stunning she will look naked underneath me.
This isn’t like me having a woman in my apartment, especially my next-door-neighbor, but every attempt I get her to leave, she doesn’t budge. I have always been careful about who I let into my apartment, and especially, who I sleep with even. They can’t live within a fifteen-mile radius and I never exchange phone numbers. Hell, I’ve never slept with the same woman twice besides in High School.
Okay, so maybe I’m that guy, the one that everyone refers to as a player, but not so much in the same sense. Players rarely tell the girls how they operate upfront, I do. My intentions are to take a woman home, fulfill our needs, and then go our separate ways. I don’t want to hurt anyone to get laid and don’t want them to expect anything different.
Laurel doesn’t fit the bill. She knows where I live and is related to a former employee of mine. Two strikes against her. I want to taste her, but it isn’t worth the repercussions. She’s crazy, and even though my dick is begging to have some fun, my mind is not having it. Don’t give in. Resist the temptation, damnit.
“Time for you to go,” I say, while nudging her toward the exit.
“I just wanted to do something nice. How are your balls feeling? Can I at least get you some ice or something?”
Again, her eyes fall down to my junk.
“No, they are just fine, thanks.”
I close the door in her face, and for a mere moment I feel bad, but then I remember how this all started. The woman is bloody mad and there isn’t room in my life for someone like her. She will cause problems, and that’s the last thing I need.
My eyes roll, knowing how hard it’s going to be to live next to her. We are bound to run into each other, and if this is how our first encounter as neighbors go, no telling how it will escalate. I have a feeling that this isn’t the last time I’ll be running into Laurel. Hopefully, our next encounter will be more pleasant than this one.
I make my way into the bedroom to get ready for bed when I hear knocking on my bedroom wall. Oh god!
“You know what’s cool? We can talk without ever having to see each other.”
I don’t utter a word, so maybe she will go away. No more damn distractions.
My phone beeps with a text. A current client, the senator, came to me wanting personal security for their anniversary dinner. The pay is outstanding, and it turned into a steady gig. The monumental downfall is his wife wants to fuck me. BAD. Every time she drops by, she practically throws herself at me. Running out of subtle ways to deny her solicitations, my employees now warn me so I can hide out in the bathroom. It’s a little childish, but I don’t want to lose her husband’s business.
Tomorrow, I have a couple of interviews to replace Lacey. No clue how I’m going to find someone like her in such a short amount of time. The problem with working with all men is we can’t keep shit organized. Before Lacey, my oldest sister was the office manager. When she quit, her exit was loud. She was done putting up with “man-children.” Ever since then, the pay went up, and I coach the guys to be more respectful.
