With that, he turned on his heel, and made his way toward his door.
“Why did you come here?” she asked.
“I wanted to clear the air. Asking to borrow some sugar shouldn’t have gotten that reaction. It sounds to me like you’ve got a few trust issues of your own.”
“You don’t get to judge me,” she said.
“And you don’t get to judge me. Instead of sitting in your apartment thinking about all the possible bad stuff I’m doing, think about the good stuff.”
She folded her arms. “Okay, fine, tell me why I never see the same woman twice?”
“You really want to go in this?”
“You’re the one that came to me. I was happy to think you were a cruel man.”
He smirked. “Fine. I sometimes have clients come here as they call me. I’m a workaholic. If someone needs me, I will be there for them, no matter what. This is the only place I can meet them. I’m not going to meet them in an abandoned park, or some shit like that. I know they’re not stalkers, or something crazy. I trust them.”
“Isn’t that dangerous?”
“You’d be surprised how different a life coach is from a psychologist. I’m guiding them, I’m not trying to deal with their problems. Two different areas here, sweetie.” He held his hands up. “And all things considered, you’re a little judgey. Actually, you’re like, big on the judge department.”
With that he closed his door, leaving her alone, and feeling somewhat … embarrassed.
Going into her own apartment, she closed and locked the door. For the longest time, she simply stood and stared at the door.
Damn. When had she gotten so judgmental?
Hello, crying women … and men, but you sort of ignored the men.
She had thought he was a bisexual deviant. Crap, she was so wrong about everything. Would it have really mattered if he was?
“Ugh!” She made her way toward her bathroom, took a quick shower, and settled onto her bed. Resting her laptop on a pillow, she did the only thing she could, a quick search of her neighbor, and what she found just made her cringe even more.
He was a sought-after life coach, known for breaking boundaries, and helping … anyone.
Great. She had been a mega-bitch to a man who was not only sweet, kind, and generous, but a guy who helped people as well.
“Great, Faith. You’re a bitch, and you have got to make it up to him. No one deserves what you said or did.”
Dropping her head down, she groaned.
****
Hunter counted the press-ups as he did them in his head. Ten, then pause, and another ten. He was sweating after his run, and he’d entered his apartment to finish off his workout. After four sections of ten, he stood and began to stretch out his tight muscles. He was more than ready for the day, and was about to take a shower when there was a knock at the door.
He swallowed huge mouthfuls of the bottled water, needing the freshness of it. He was parched, and coffee wouldn’t do after his morning workout.
Opening the door, he frowned. Faith, his little neighbor, stood opposite him. She looked cute in a very prim and proper black skirt and white blouse. Very professional. He had an overwhelming urge to tear it off her and find out exactly what she was hiding.
He loved a woman with curves, and Faith’s made his mouth water for more.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey. I wanted to apologize for my behavior. Not just last night but every single day I’ve been rude. I know you’re probably not going to believe me, but I’m not a rude person, not at all. I’m usually a very polite person, and now I’m rambling. Anyway, I made these for you. I had lemons and blueberries left, and I figured why not. Also, there is a jar of sugar.” She pressed the items into his hands. “I hope you can forgive my rudeness, and I can’t apologize enough.” She then gave him a smile, which again went straight to his cock. Faith had the plumpest lips he had ever seen.
All he could think about was how good they would look wrapped around his cock.
“Thank you,” he said.
“Great. I hope we can start over. If you need sugar or anything, please don’t hesitate to ask.” She turned on her heel and walked away.
He wanted to chase after her but he was captured by her voluptuous ass as it swayed with each step she took. His cock getting harder as she she moved. He gritted his teeth in an effort to not release a sound.
Damn. How could a woman walking away be so good?
Shaking his head, he closed the door and inhaled the fresh, lemony scent of the rolls. His mouth watered, and he was actually heading into the office in thirty minutes. Putting the rolls on the kitchen counter, he took one, had a bite, and fell straight into heaven. There was no other word for what the taste was.