by Aria Cole
If this kept up for much longer, I’d have to look at moving. Could I break my lease?
I heard the pad of footsteps in the other apartment, gone for a few minutes, then back in the bedroom again. The sound of the shower running started next, and I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing this was the normal routine.
So predictable.
I tucked myself into my blanket, curling up with my pillow, and wondered not for the first time what my new neighbor looked like. Short? Fat? Tall? Dark hair? Blond? I’d hoped to catch a glimpse of him, but in the short week he’d been here, I’d been working late and he’d been working even later. I didn’t hear his bootsteps down our shared hallway until after eleven p.m. Some nights long after I was in my pajamas, glasses perched on my nose, with a book in my hands.
The shower turned off a moment later, and I instantly chastised myself for not forcing myself into a deep sleep before he was out again. A few times after his shower, instead of falling right asleep he listened to ESPN highlights. Loudly. He did everything loudly.
I prayed tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
I had an important case tomorrow, a surgery on a poodle that was something new and cutting edge. I was anxious to use some of the new equipment at the clinic. I’d spent hours, until my eyes were blurry, reading all the latest literature written by the other clinicians that were practicing these new methods.
I had to be well rested and awake tomorrow.
As my eyes finally shuttered closed, I hazily made a mental note that if Mr. Sex Machine next door kept me up another night, maybe I’d give him a taste of his own medicine.
Sure, it would be only me and my old and trusty vibrator, but I could give him a run for his money. If nothing else, at least I’d get an orgasm out of my revenge, and then I’d fall into a peaceful, sated sleep. Just like my dirty neighbor did.
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Acknowledgments
I have to thank my ever so loving and patient husband. You truly are my HEA, babe. <3
Thank you to Aria's Assassins for keeping my fire burning. I am forever grateful for your love and cheerleading!
To all the bloggers, thank you. You are the light that shines for all us indie authors. There is no way I can ever give to you what you have chosen to give me. THANK YOU!!!
I can't thank the ArdentProse team enough. You ladies make my life so much easier and I love you for it!
To my kickass Beta. Gisela, I would be lost without you.
Sybil, you make me pretty. Thank you for your mad skills and all your wonderful virtues.
To my ladies...the ladies that love to get lost in books about true and last lasting love... THANK YOU!!! Writing books you love is what keeps me going. You are my rock stars!
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