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He’s a big guy but soft. Smelly too, and the stub of cigar at the corner of his mouth droops as he looks up at me before he has to blink, scanning my whole body again.
“Who the fuck are you?” he barks, sniffing loudly but taking a wise step back as I move out into the hallway.
Before I can say anything, Holly’s voice chimes from behind me but I shift my weight, blocking this asshole’s view of her.
If she’s nowhere near decent, nobody gets to see that – nobody but me.
“It’s alright, Mr. Reynolds. This is… afriend…,” she says, her voice trailing off.
I join some dots in my mind and figure this guy must be the building’s super.
He sneers to himself and shakes his head in disbelief.
“If you can afford a man whore like this to fuck you, Holly Winters, you can afford to pay thegod damned rent,” he finally spits, snarling the last few words as he makes to move past me, but my hand was already blocking him.
He looks up at me in disbelief, but a subtle shake of my head tells him he’s gone about as far as he’s going to without some free dental work courtesy of my fist.
“Mr. Reynolds,” I growl, leaning down a little so only he can hear me.
“If there’s an issue with Ms. Winters’ rent, I’ll be glad to fix it. Do you have a card, a contact number?” I ask, straining between rage and what sounds like professional politeness I never knew I had.
“I’m in two twenty,” he says, calmer, glad when I remove my hand so he can straighten out his stained undershirt.
“And yeah, she’s a month past due and needs to be two weeks in advance…,” he says quietly, looking a foot shorter all of a sudden.
“Fine,” I clip, creasing the briefest smile before letting him know that once my business here is finished, I’ll pay him a personal visit to settle the matter.
He gulps again, his eyes focusing on my semi-nakedness, which is now as tight as a drum, ready to tear a guy like this into pieces.
“It’s just the rent, though. I-I don’t want any trouble,” he finally stammers.
His change in mood is obvious, and with a single and silent movement of my head, I dismiss him, closing the door loudly as I turn to see Holly, still upset.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” she murmurs, gnawing at her lip.
“I haven’tdoneanything. Yet,” I remind her. And myself.
She’s put a robe on, a fluffy, downy kind that makes me instantly gravitate toward her.
I pull her close, stroking her hair, and hear myself promise not to make things worse when she says how worried she is about me stirring up any trouble with her and her landlord.
“I won’t,” I tell her, making a mental note of his apartment number again in my mind.
Vowing to take care of that little problem in my own way.
But it’ll be no trouble for you, Holly. Promise.
The check from my pocket pushes to the front of my mind, like a part of my life reaching out to try and tell me something.
I reach for it again.
“It’s a cash check, but only for a deposit,” I muse to myself, feeling Holly pressing closer as she stands on tippy toes to see for herself.
“Weird,” she murmurs, sounding relieved I’ve moved away from the idea of teaching her landlord a lesson.
“But look!” I exclaim, flipping it over, recognizing my own handwriting in a script so small I can barely read it.
Like it was scribbled as a note to me.
