She looks at me. “What kind of an answer is that? Did you or did you not spend the night with a man?”
A series of short, hard raps at the apartment door startles us both.
“Dammit,” I mutter under my breath as I push to my feet. “This is a doorman building. You’d think he could do his job.”
One of the reasons I jumped at the chance to move into Maya’s apartment when she moved out to live with Julian is because I viewed the doorman who stands watch in the lobby as extra security.
I had it all wrong.
All Junior, the doorman, does is stand around playing games on his phone while people march right past him on their way to the elevator. He must have missed the memo that explained that an integral part of his job is to phone the tenants to announce when a visitor has arrived.
I race across the room and swing the door open with a flourish.
“You’re not Sebastian.” A striking redheaded woman stares at me. “Who are you?”
“Who are you?” I counter because this is my apartment, which I think, affords me the right to ask the questions.
“I’m Wendy. Where’s Sebastian?”
“Who is Sebastian?” Kate asks from behind me.
I turn back to look at her. “My new room…”
“The man who has my panties,” Wendy interrupts as she pushes past me. “I want them back.”
CHAPTER SIX
Tilly
“Sebastian isn’t here,“ I say as I watch Wendy head directly toward where Kate is still sitting on the sofa with a confused look on her face. “Can’t you just call him?”
“Who is Sebastian?” Kate repeats as she watches Wendy dig her hand behind one of the sofa’s cushions.
“We sleep together sometimes,” Wendy answers before I have a chance to say anything.
“Tilly?” Kate’s brows pop up. “What’s going on?”
I leave the apartment door ajar as I walk to where Kate is sitting. “Sebastian is Julian’s friend. He’s my new roommate.”
“You have a new roommate?” Her gaze volleys from me to where Wendy is now on her hands and knees looking under the sofa.
It’s obvious from this angle that Wendy still owns at least one pair of panties, thong panties to be precise. I look away not sure if I should tell her that her skirt has hiked up so far that we can both see her ass.
“You should leave.” I direct that to Wendy even though I’m looking at the ceiling. “Sebastian isn’t here so I think you should go.”
“I bought those panties at Liore Lingerie.” She gets back up to her feet. “They are worth too much for me to leave them as a souvenir.”
“A souvenir?” I mutter under my breath. “Don’t you think you should call Sebastian and talk to him about this?”
“Did you take them off here?” Kate stands and glances back at where she was just sitting. “I wasn’t sitting on them, was I?”
I scrub both my hands over my face. All I wanted to do was tell my best friend that I saw my new roommate naked last night. Now, I realize that he wasn’t wearing any clothes because he’d fucked this woman in my apartment before I got home.
Thank God traffic from LaGuardia was heavy or I could have walked in on Wendy taking it hard on my sofa.
“He took them off of me right here.” Wendy points to the middle of the sofa. “He might have thrown them back over his head.”
All three of us turn toward the center of the room.
