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Nice.
“Nope. All good,” the girl sings with a smile, picking up her bag in a nonchalant manner which would amuse me if her reckless conduct hadn’t rattled me so much.
Strangers don’t usually get under my skin like this, but there’s something about the impudent way her tight little ass moved on that bike as she forced me to brake, and the way she dares glare at me, which riles me much more than the average asshole I suffer through conversation with.
“Are we done?” she spits out impatiently.
“You should have stopped and waited for them to pass you instead of putting yourself, me and everyone behind me in danger and risking getting yourself mowed down.”
“Wow, you’re a perfect gentleman. I bet you were tempted, weren’t you? Hey, look!” She points over at a group of pedestrians dodging cars to hastily cross the street to my left. “Theplebsare jaywalking! That’s illegal! Hmm…I know!”Despite her mirrored sunglasses which reflect back at me, her expression flares like a firework detonating. “Why don’t you get back in your car, park it on the side of the road and the next person you see jaywalking, justmowthem straight down.”
As much as she’s playing with me, I can’t help but smirk internally at the audacious manner she dares to address me.
“And I mean, footflaton the accelerator. Just mow the suckers down. Then you go tell the judge that they were crossing illegally and you’re good to go!”
Her grin of curiosity at my reaction dissolves as I shake off my amusement and remember how easily her life could have been ended.
I take a step towards her. “You could have been run over and you’re incapable of taking rudimentary advice.”
She takes hold of the frame of her sunglasses, pulling them off, stunning me with eyes of the deepest green, set off by warm, glistening golden skin and the vibrant pink of her hair. Her lips are full and her cheeks plump as she smiles at me warmly as if we haven’t just spent three minutes getting under each other’s skin.
“Well,” she sighs. “You’ve gotten to feel superior to someone today, sir, so I’m taking it you’re now satisfied,” she smirks as I narrow my eyes at her. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go spend time with my friends… if that’s alright with you?”
I glance over at her two friends, with the tanned brunette looking like she’d enjoy landing one on me.
I take a step back to let the spitfire past, assuming her and her friends are headed to the bar.
Instead, I watch as she enters my building, using her fob to open the door.
It couldn’t be…
Just as I begin to wonder whether she’s a new resident or someone’s guest, she shoots a glance behind me as she pulls on the thick steel rod of the door handle, grinning most impertinently.
“You know her?”
I turn to observe amusement in the eyes of Kennedy and Gideon.
“Just someone else who doesn’t know how to operate a vehicle around here.”
“Cute,” Gideon replies, and for some unknown reason, the thought of his eyes taking in her body—that tight little ass in those beige shorts and her slim, toned legs which led down to tatty flipflops which look three years old—irks me for a moment.
“You ready?” Kennedy smiles, turning to walk towards the restaurant half a block away, one of the best sushi places in the city where we’ll eat before getting a drink.
I trail behind them for a few seconds before stopping in my tracks as Gideon turns around.
I wonder…
“What?”
“Order for me,” I respond. “You know what I like. I need to… check something at home.”
As Gideon throws me a knowing smirk which I reciprocate, I head towards my building, opening the door just in time to see the three women enter the elevator twenty feet away.
I run towards it, thrusting my hand out just as the stainless steel doors are about to close. The sensors pick up the movement and the door slides back open… and I enter, vaguely annoyed with myself. I don’t usually debase myself by following random women around, but I would very much like to know where the pink-haired spitfire is staying… because if my hunch is right, we’ll be spending a lot more time together in the next week…
Not to mention that something about that conversation felt unfinished. Perhaps that’s partly because I don’t know how much I appreciate women giving me that much attitude, and doing it with that impertinent little smirk on those glistening lips of hers. I’m kind of an asshole that way. If I don’t know whether she’s just a guest here, I can sense I’m gonna be distracted all weekend.
The girl spins on her heels. “Hey, you can’t follow us in here!”
