So that was what he made it and he went all in.
Even if it was a freestanding, his house was considered acondo since his complex had thirty identical ones built in three sections, onearound a small park, another around an outdoor workout space and the lastaround a communal pool.His condo was in the workout space section.
The grounds and pool were maintained really well, thismeaning the HOA was a bitch.
But it was totally worth it.
The front room of his crib was L-shaped with living room tothe left, big open kitchen to the right, off the front of kitchen a dining areathat led to a wall of windows with French doors that led outside to adecent-size, fenced-in backyard.
The bend of the L contained an office that also had Frenchdoors that led outside.
The hall led to a powder room and the master, with stairsthat went up to the second floor that held two bedrooms that shared a bath.
The furniture in the living room was sectional, slouchy andcomfortable.
The TV was ginormous.
There was a black pool table with gray felt in the diningroom space.
His décor consisted of two neon signs, one a vintageStroh’sand the other was a martini glass with a woman in it, legs high and wide, redpumps on, blonde hair streaming over the side of the glass.
Added to this was his prized collection of boy-perv vintageposters, framed meticulously and mounted on the walls.These included thefamous Farrah Fawcett in the red one-piece sitting on the blanket, the tennisplayer scratching her ass, Tyra Banks’s yellow bikiniSports Illustratedcover, a black and white Jayne Mansfield and three Lottie Mac Corvette posters.
Considering it was a special occasion, he’d turned on theneon for Archie.
“Do you really need a beverage fridge by the pool table whenthe kitchen is right there?”she asked.
“Babe, I have a seventy-inch TV and I don’t watch TV.Dudesbuy shit with plugs regardless if they need shit with plugs.If you didn’t knowthat, learn it now.It’s likely never gonna stop.”
She laughed softly then suddenly squinted at the wall.“Arethose Lottie Macs signed?”
“I got an in with Lottie.”
She looked up at him.“No shit?”
He shook his head.“No shit.She’s a friend.”
“Whoa,” she murmured.“Cool.”
“Have you seen her dance?”
She nodded.“Me and my crew go to Smithie’s on occasion.Thenew revue is da bomb.”
It really was.
Yeah.
He so fucking liked this girl.
“Want a drink?”he asked.
She nodded, he let her go, but only to take her hand andlead her to the kitchen.
He bent and nabbed her backpack on the way and tossed it tohis couch.
Archie took off the little purse she had hanging cross-bodyto her hip and set it on one of the counters.
Jag then opened the door to his liquor cabinet.
