by Lila Monroe
I’ve been prepping samples and storyboards for Carol for a couple of weeks, all online, but tomorrow is when it all comes together, so I make sure I’m prepared: mentally putting the outfits in order. Figuring out which shoes go with which suit. My mind whirs away with all the clothing combinations.
Until I suddenly feel I’ve been dropped into a nightclub, complete with high-energy dance beats and bass that could shake the rafters. If I had rafters, and not just peeling popcorn ceilings.
What the hell?
Following the music, I head across the hall to Zach’s door. I knock. Louder. “Zach!” I holler, beating on the door. “For God’s sake, would you please turn down the—”
The music shuts off, and the door swings open, in time for my yell to echo at full volume.
“—MUSIC!!”
“No need to yell,” Bigfoot says evenly. He’s shirtless, wearing a pair of jeans he must have just pulled on, because only the bottom couple of buttons are done up …
And he’s definitely going commando.
A squeak escapes me and my eyes dart back up to his face. I flush.
“So, Emma,” he drawls, crossing his arms over his hairy (yet maddeningly well-defined) pecs. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
I ignore that he called me Emma—and punched up the word pleasure—and raise my eyebrows. “Can you please keep it down? It’s almost midnight.”
“Aww, am I interrupting your beauty sleep?”
“Come on.” I try to stay calm. “Some of us have to work in the morning.”
“Sucks to be you.”
I cross my arms, getting annoyed now. “Look, all I’m asking is a little neighborly consideration. Play whatever you like, just keep it regular level. Unless you’re killing someone in there and need it to drown out the screams,” I add.
He smirks. “Well, they’re not screams of pain …” He glances back into the apartment, and I realize he must have a girl there.
Typical Bigfoot.
“Bigfoot?” he asks, and I realize I was muttering out loud. Then he looks down at his bare feet before shrugging. “Well … You know what they say about big feet …” He waggles his eyebrows, and I throw up my hands with a frustrated,
“Mneugh!”
“Zach?” I hear a female voice, and then the screaming girl in question comes sauntering to the door. She’s cute, dark-haired and petite, wearing an oversized Harvard sweatshirt over … clearly, nothing else. “Oh, hi.” She smiles prettily at me.
Zach puts his arm around the woman and pulls her into his side. I am one thousand percent sure he’s making a point. “Shonda, this is my neighbor, Emma. She just came over to tell me how much she’s enjoying the music.”
“Gemma,” I correct with an exasperated sigh. He knows my name. He just loves getting a rise out of me. “And it’s not like I want to be a buzzkill, but other people live in this building, too.”
Bigfoot shrugs. “The Kowalskis are out of town, Pete and Kev are at a club, and Cecily works nights.” He gives me a sad-clown face. “It’s the three of us, princess. But if you want to come join the party …” He holds the door wider.
Wait, is he seriously inviting me to a threesome right now?
Ugh!
“Thanks, but I’ll pass,” I say sarcastically. “Maybe another time.”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
“It was nice meeting you,” Shonda pipes up. “And I’m sorry, we’ll keep the music down.”
“Thank you!” At least one person here has a heart.
I turn on my heel and stalk back across the hall. Zach’s voice follows me. “A pleasure, as always, Emma.”
I flip him the bird over my shoulder.
He chuckles.
I slam my door, feeling like I won that one. Until twenty minutes later, when the music starts up again.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I yell at the wall.
Although, maybe the music is better than hearing his name yelled out in the throes of passion. For a hairy, rude asshole, the man gets way too many girls. Either he’s right about those big feet, or … I have no idea. Hypnosis?
Either way, I’m going to have to figure out some way to deal with him before I wind up a stumbling zombie. Blackmail, or bribery, or sneaking in while he’s gone to disconnect his surround-sound speakers. Nobody would blame me for a little light sabotage, right? Sleep-deprivation is against the Geneva Convention.
I pull my pillow over my head and try to get to sleep.
TO BE CONTINUED…
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About the Author
Combining her love of writing, sex and well-fitted suits, Lila Monroe wrote her first
serial, The Billionaire Bargain, in 2015. She weaves sex, humor and romance into tales about hard-headed men and the strong and sassy women who try to tame… love… tame them.
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