Shampoo covers my hands as I reach for my towel. I wrap the soft terry cloth around my body and grab a second towel to wrap around my head so I don’t get soap into my eyes. Towel secure, Ihead back to the kitchen where I left my phone and call the front desk.
My favorite doorman answers on the first ring. “Bella Posto Condos. This is Roberto.”
“Hey, Roberto. It’s Savannah.”
“Oh. Hi, dear. Is there something I can help you with?”
“Yes, please. I’m having a problem with my water. As in, I have none.”
“Oh shoot. I’m so sorry to inform you, but due to some water leakage in the apartment below, we’ve had to turn off your water.”
“Are you kidding me?” I gasp.
“I wish I were, kiddo. It should be back up and running by tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow doesn’t help me when I have shampoo in my hair,” I grumble.
Roberto chuckles. “If you’re in a pinch, you could always ask your neighbor to borrow his shower. His apartment runs on a separate line.”
Separate lines? I’ve never heard of apartments having different water lines before.
“I’m not that desperate.”Yet.
“Suit yourself. I’ll have maintenance leave a note on your door to notify you when the water is back on.”
“Thank you, Roberto.”
“You’re welcome, Savannah.” The line goes dead, and I’m left wondering what the hell I’m going to do. I can’t ask Nico to borrow his shower, can I?
I could always drive to the hospital and use the shower in the doctors’ lounge. But if I step anywhere near the hospital’s vicinity, I’ll be sucked into working. I gnaw the inside of my cheek until it’s raw as I contemplate my next steps.
Dropping my head into my hands in defeat, I know there’s only one logical choice in this situation.
Crap on a freaking cracker.
I’m going to have to ask my neighbor if I can use his shower.
Turns out, I am that desperate.
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Nico
Twohourslater,Ifinally get the knock I was waiting for.
Am I being a little evil and slightly manipulative for turning off her water? Probably.
Okay, fine. Yes. But a guy’s gotta do what a guy’s gotta do.
While getting yelled at and insulted by Savannah gets my dick hard, I want more. More time to get to know her. More time to find out what she likes. What she doesn’t like. I want to know everything about my feisty little kitten.
Just like I want her to get to know me. Help her see past my reputation.
My body physically responds to her presence. Like an invisible rope wrapped around my chest that cinches tighter every time she’s near. And instead of cutting the rope, I want to twist it around and find out what happens next. I’m that fucking drawn to her.
I’ve never had such a visceral reaction or an inexplicable need to get to know a woman before, so I’ve decided “fuck it”.I’m leaning into this new feeling.
As elated as I am for her to be standing on the other side of my door, I need to play this cool. I let Savannah knock once more before opening the door.
