I want to check out my new living quarters for the next three weeks!
I know from the photos that most everything, besides a sitting room and a deck, is on the first floor.
There’s a bit of a circular flow from the entry area, so I decide to hit the rooms from left to right.
I start with the dining area, and then it’s on to the kitchen.
I spend a few minutes checking to verify that everything is stocked as I was told it would be.
It is, so that’s good.
I proceed to the three bedrooms in the back, taking a super-quick peek into each.
Funny thing, though, is that in the master bedroom, it smells all spicy and soapy, like someone took a shower recently.
That can’t be.
Shrugging, I just close the door and figure it must be one of those plug-in air fresheners or something along those lines.
“Yeah, it has to be that. You’re the only one here, silly,” I admonish myself as I walk toward the final downstairs area to check out—the living room.
But after I take no more than two steps into that space, I let out a gasp.
Holy hell, there is a man sleeping over on the sofa with his back toward me.
I’m equal parts terrified and angry.
What is this guy doing inmyfreaking rental?
Is he a worker who forgot to leave?
Is he a squatter?
Is he the one who took a shower?
“What the fuck is going on here?” I mutter.
The strange man stirs from the sound of my voice, but he doesn’t wake up.
My heart is racing, but I’m frozen in place.
Should I run?
I mean, after all, the dude is wearing nothing but freaking boxer briefs!
I could be in danger.
But even in my state of freaking out, I can’t help but notice how nice and taut his ass looks in those boxers.
Oooh, and his back and shoulders are all pure, lean muscle. One thing’s for certain: This guy sure is built.
I wonder what his face looks like.
Since his back is toward me, all I can see is his mussed-up reddish-brown hair.
And that great body.
But nice bod or not, he has some explaining to do.
