“Do you really think that’s a good idea? I mean, how well do you know him?”The rough voice asks.
Flustered now, I hold my finger over the hole again and I hear another chuckle.What the fuck?
“Having problems?” Zeke asks, coming up and standing next to me.
“Yeah. The door won’t open,” I say with a shrug, trying to keep my cool.
“Well, what’s it saying to you?” he asks and then nods his chin to the door.
I give him a questioning look and he laughs. Bastard.
“The door is sentient. Is it talking to you?” Zeke asks.
Shocked, I step away from my door and give it a perturbed look.“He looks like he’s a fast burner, quick shooter, three pump chump. I’m saving you the trouble,”my door says.
“What!” I shriek. God, this is so embarrassing. If I knew I had to talk to a door that no one else can hear, I wouldn’t have asked Zeke to come up.
“Like I said, he’s a three pump—”
“Stop it,” I cut in. “I don’t need to hear about his sexual performance or lack thereof,” Zeke scoffs, but I refuse to look at him.
“Could I please get into my room so I can eat? I’ve had a long day, and my feet are killing me. And if you want me to treat you with respect from now on, you will at least introduce your rude self before you start making snippy comments. It’s impolite to judge before you even tell me who you are,” I chastise, crossing my arms over my chest, tapping my foot, and waiting for a reply.
After a pause, the gruff voice clears his throat.
“I apologize, Nerezza. I’m Knots, your door knight,”he says.
“Door night?” I question, intrigued now. “So you’re only awake at night?”
“No… Knight, as in your protector. Your last stand. No one can get past me unless you truly want them to,”he tells me.“I was just messing with you, but you are right. I should have at least introduced myself before letting loose. We will talk later. Have a good night,”he offers by way of apology and swings open for us.
“Thanks, Knots,” I say, grabbing Zeke’s hand and pulling him into my dorm.
Walking in and down the entry hall, I freeze. Wow! I don’t recognize the room at all. Instead of the all white decor and white furniture, I’m looking at a masterpiece. The floors are light hardwood with rugs placed in strategic places instead of the white carpet. The walls are now a unique color of bluish cream around the room, with dark gray furniture. Pink, white, and black accent pillows and blankets are dotted around the room on every soft surface. Captivating black and white photos hang around the living and dining room. The wall behind the fireplace has been changed to white rock. Water is trickling down over it, and once it hits the lower rocks, they change colors. It’s gorgeous.
“Wow,” Zeke says, pulling us deeper into the room.
JP walks out in nothing but a pair of blue lounge pants that match his spikes and smiles wide at us.
“Like what you see,” he asks, spreading his arms out wide.
“Hell yeah,” Zeke says, smirking while looking JP up and down.
Biting my lip and nodding is the only answer I have. JP smirks at our reaction.
“Welcome home! How do you like the change?” JP asks.
“Didn’t you ask that already?” Moni asks, coming down the hall from her room.
“No, not at all,” he states, sitting down on the sofa and laughing at her confused expression.
“Hi, Zeke and Rez,” Moni waves and plops down next to JP. “Did you have a good day?”
Joining them on the massive sectional sofa, with Zeke sitting next to me, I groan as I sink down into it. I swear, it feels like a cloud. Zeke pulls my legs onto his lap and starts to pull off my boots. Too tired to object, I feel a little thrill that he’s taking care of me with such consideration. None of my exes have ever done anything like this before. A girl could get used to this.
“I’ve learned a lot, and I feel better about starting tomorrow, but I’m exhausted.” I moan when Zeke jabs his thumb into the arch of my foot.OMG.
“We decided we were gonna eat Greek, but Rez here needs better shoes,” Zeke says and laughs when I throw a pillow at his head. Leaning back down, I relax as he continues giving my feet the best massage I’ve ever had.
