“I haven’t had a roommate since college. It sounds fun.”
Only a rich person who isn’t forced to live with a roommate would think it sounds fun.
“Yeah, it sure is. If you find sharing public spaces with a person who steals your snacks and doesn’t wipe under the toilet every time fun, then yes you should try it.”
“The Moores have a family rule. We never pay rent only mortgages.”
I roll my eyes. “Of course you do.” Does he hear the shit coming from his mouth?
“Me living in a hotel is driving my grandfather crazy.”
I stop the hunt for food and turn back to Grant. “You know, sometimes it’s easy to forget you’re rich, but then you open your mouth.”
He shrugs switching sides of the kitchen to lean against the other counter. “When are you going to show me your bedroom?” There’s a twinge in his voice making me think he’s not interested in my décor.
“And what are you planning to do in there?”
“Test the springiness of the bed.”
“Is that so?”
“It’s a valid concern,” Grant continues and I’m sure he buys the shit he’s trying to sell me.
“What if I am one of those girls with a bed full of stuffed animals? A big unicorn pillow right on top.”
“Will his beady little unicorn eyes watch me as I have sex with you?”
“Probably.”
“It’s okay. We can put him on the floor.”
“Oh no. You can’t put Mr. Sparkles on the floor.” It’s the most ridiculous name I can come up with in the time crunch.
Grant tilts his head to the side with a questioning look. “Do you have unicorn pillows in your room?”
I hit him on the shoulder and walk toward the hallway. “No, but what would you do if I did?”
“I told you. Throw them on the floor. Not even a room full of crazy animals would keep me away from you.”
I stop in of the middle of the hallway and turn back, my eyes bright with excitement. “What if I had a doll who looked like your mother?”
Grant shakes his head. “That was aSeinfeldepisode and again we’d stick her in a closet,” he says laughing.
