To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five - J. S. Cooper Page 0,4
make you open up the door.”
“You’re such a pig.” I grabbed the coffee cup out of his hand.
“I thought you didn’t drink coffee?” He studied my face and then looked over my outfit. “You look nice.” His gaze settled on the outline of my bra. “Very nice.”
“Thanks,” I muttered.
“What’s your job?” He paused and then before I could answer he said, “Let me guess, you’re a classy stripper.”
“Excuse me?” I wanted to throw my coffee in his face.
“I can see more through that blouse than I could in a wet t-shirt contest.” He grinned at me. “Not only can I see your lacey white bra, I can even see the color of your pointy little nipples.”
“What?” I ran to the mirror. How could I have missed the fact that my nipples were visible?
“Got ya.” He chuckled as he walked into my apartment.
“You can’t see my nipples.” I turned around and glared at him. “You are an asshole.”
“So you’ve said many times before.” He looked around my apartment. “Cute place.”
“I never said you could come in.”
“You never said I couldn’t.” He walked over to me. “So are we going to talk about the elephant in the room or are we going to sweep it under the rug?”
“Talk about what elephant in the room?”
“The sexual tension between us.”
“Sexual tension?” I scowled in outrage, simultaneously wondering if he somehow knew about my naughty dreams last night.
“Our notes.” He winked at me. “You were practically begging me to come over and give you a quick bang.”
“A quick bang?”
“Or a long bang.” He shrugged. “I don’t mind. I’m flexible.”
“Kingston Jagger Scott, I have no intention of ever banging you,” I huffed and then looked pointedly at my watch. I opened my mouth to tell him to go to hell, but he cut me off.
“That’s not how it’s always been.” He licked his lips slowly. “I remember one night when you wanted me very badly indeed.”
“We’re not going to talk about that.” Oh God, I didn’t want to remember that night. Never again in my life. “I have to go to work. It’s my first day, and if I’m late, it’ll be my last.”
“It’s a bit early to be giving lap dances, isn’t it?” He cocked his head to the side, looking curious.
“You haven’t grown up at all, have you?” I pointed at him. “Still the same immature Kingston Scott.”
“Jagger Scott.” He grinned. “Or you can call me King.”
“Yeah, right.”
“If you want, you can bow down to me right now.” He nodded to the ground. “Or get on your knees. I’d quite like to see you on your knees.”
“That’s enough, Jagger.” My face was red now. “I’m going to work now, and I need you gone. I also don’t want to see any notes on my door when I get home.”
“What time do you get home?”
“Why?”
“So that I can make sure to greet you personally.” He gave me a confident grin. “I’m guessing the reason you don’t want a note is because you’d rather have me in person. All six feet two inches.”
“Two inches sounds about right.” I wiggled my pinkie finger. He laughed in my face and then shook his head.
“Add about six more inches to that two if you’re referring to little King.” He licked his lips. “I could show you now if you want, or later when you get back?”
“Yeah, right.” I deliberately looked at the front of his pants for a few seconds before moving my eyes back up to his face. Was he really packing eight inches? There was no way. Right? “I don’t want you on my doorstep either.”
“You sure?”
“I’m positive.” I looked around for my handbag and grabbed it. “Now, I’m leaving. If I’m late for work and get fired on my first day, you’re paying my next month's rent.”
“What are you willing to do for it?” He winked at me, and I punched him in the arm.
“You’re such a pig, Jagger.” I snatched up my keys and we headed towards the door.
“You didn’t use to think that.”
“I didn’t use to think a lot of things.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “The last time we knew each other, I was young and dumb.”
“Do you still keep in contact with Doug?” There was genuine curiosity in his voice as he watched me closing and locking my front door. I dropped my keys at the mention of Doug’s name and my face flamed red. I didn’t want to think about, talk about, or even remember Doug existed.
“No comment.” I dropped