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And I totally got how e how I felt
Anyway, I decided the best way to pay Ruger back was to becoe us any rent, but I wouldn’t feel right if I wasn’t earning ht me to the pair of tiny purple panties lost in the couch
Sadly, this was not the first piece of lingerie I’d found in the last twenty-four hours They weren’t all the sa his many booty calls
I picked up the panties with a pair of kitchen tongs and carried theed to, but I didn’t think I should be tossing out anything I found, no ht be I dropped the panties into one of the four plastic boxes I’d lined up across the top of the dryer
The first held money So far I’d found ninety-two dollars and twenty-three cents Box tas condoms I found stashes in almost every room Some were definitely on purpose, and I left those in place But I’d also found them in the pockets of stray pants, in the silverware drawer, on top of the bookshelf … I’d even found two in the pizza box on the coffee table Chocolate-flavored ones This led to a series of fantasies about pizza-themed sex, which squicked ry
That’s when I decided I needed little boxes to put all this stuff in, so I could just close the lids and pretend they didn’t exist So far it orking pretty well Box three held wo Box four was “other”—se chunks of metal, random tools, a Buck knife, and two ticket stubs froame
Weird pangs of jealousy aside, I wanted Ruger’s house fresh, clean, and coot home It was the least I could do I cleaned everywhere but his bedroorab the worst of the laundry
That night, Noah asked er would be back I had no idea what to tell hi in his house could ever feel norht Ultimately, I needed e underwear and the silverware draas condo of feet overhead woke er was ho a party Fortunately, , so five ain
The next day, Noah and I did our best to stay quiet as we got ready and used our own door to leave the house When I got back fro hi in the code twice before I got it right Ruger’s obsession with security was dahtened up our little apartment By then it was almost ten and still no noise froer had a tendency to invadeto wake him I reached the top, turned toward the kitchen and swayed, completely shocked
Apparently a hurricane had hit the house in the night
Empty beer bottles covered every possible surface The furniture had been shoved around, with one end of the love seat actually lifted up and resting on the back of the main couch There were partially e part of all?
A co a cigarette
Seeing her hit me hard—I actually couldn’t breathe for a second, and I felt dizzy I knew Ruger slept around I’d found the evidence ht it all hoeous and utterly unselfconscious Naturally, I wore an old tank top and cutoffs, hair in a le her on the spot for being a da ave er None This was his house and he could do whatever he wanted in it, including this whore
I didn’t even want hier’s property?” she askedthe bar idly
“Um, I don’t think I understand the question,” I replied, torn between staring at her perky, jiggly boobs and watching the trail of s Once that set it back out
Yet another reason to hate the bitch
“Si to hi about,” I said, glancing around the living roo pissier by the second, despite the fact that it was none ofto take hours to clean and it sure as hell wouldn’t be er himself—what a concept!
“That’s a no …” she said slowly “So why the hell are you here? Did he call you this ? Seriously, if he wanted a three-way, he should’ve talked to me earlier No offense, but I can do better”
She lookedevery inch of o back downstairs,” I said with careful control I turned to leave, but Ruger’s voice stopped me
“You still here?” he called The blonde answered, voice all sweet like honey, eyes sparkling with possessive triuer strolled down the stairs and into the living roo only a pair of unfastened jeans I could tell this because they drooped low enough to leave very few secrets Daot just how hot whenever I didn’t see him for a while, because it still shockedto describe him, but you still wouldn’t fully appreciate his unique appeal until your panties spontaneously combusted the first tih the living roo half-fastened jeans coht on his chest, sliding down along the lines of his muscles Oh, my … Perfect pecs, sculpted obliques and abs They disappeared into the denim, which just barely rode his hips, ready to slip at any ht after I killed hi froer wave, wondering if the knife in the laundry roo