I lifted my hand and let out three distinct knocks.
The door swung open to a woman scantily dressed with platinum blonde hair, caked on makeup, and long legs that stretched far outside of her very short mini dress.
“Who the fuck are you?” the woman asked me. She couldn’t be over twenty-five and she had quite the attitude, but if she could dish it, I could dish it right back. My mother never taught me to sit on the back of the bus. She taught me to stand up for who I am.
“Well, who the fuck I am is Sydney Summers. I’m looking for Dana Blue. Is that ‘who the fuck’ you are?” I pumped out my hip and popped my leg for extra measure.
She looked down at me because, let’s face it, I was a shorty at 5 foot. “I think you must have the wrong place.” And with that, she slammed the door in my face.
What a complete psycho bitch.
Taking my phone out of my pocket again, I looked at the information and then confirmed it by looking at the door once again. Yes, I was in the right spot. Fuck her, so I was going to be living with a psycho bitch.
Gathering my wits, I brought my hand to the door and knocked once again, but this time I didn’t get in three knocks.
The door swung open and this time, a guy answered. I looked up at him and my breath hitched. He was gorgeous. He was well over a foot taller than me with hair that was longer on the top and shorter on the sides giving him the look of a toned down version of a Mohawk. He had medium brown hair and brown almost black eyes, the color of the blackest espresso I’d ever seen. From the looks of him, he seemed like he was a regular at the gym, and have mercy from beyond, from his black short sleeved shirt peeked out all sorts of tattoos. He was breathtaking. Not the typical kind of guy I would go for, but there was just something about him that screamed raw sex appeal. I was slightly shocked that he didn’t immediately intimidate me after what I’d been through. But there was something about him that spoke to me. I knew he was safe. I’m usually a good judge of character when I first meet people. Usually. Wes had proven me wrong. But fresh start, new beginning, right?
Clearing my throat, I gave it another try. “Hi, I’m looking for Dana Blue.”
He took his long fingers and scratched at his completely messy hair. “Well, I’m Damien Blue and you must be Syd?” He looked puzzled.
I stuck out my manicured hand. “Hi. Yeah, I’m Sydney Summers.”
“Not to be blunt here, but I wasn’t expecting a fucking female. I thought you were a dude?”
“Since we’re being honest here, I wasn’t expecting a fucking male.” Take that. Oh, my God. Clearly, this apartment search had royally fucked up in a huge way. I was expecting a female roommate and he was expecting a male. I would have to call them and get to the bottom of this and to see if they could pair me up with someone else.
He opened the door further and the psycho bitch from earlier stepped out and ran into me, shoving me aside. She didn’t say sorry or excuse me. She wrapped her arms around his neck and jammed her tongue down his throat. “Thanks for today, Damian. Call me when you want to hook up again.” And she turned toward me scowling, dismissing me as she walked on her red sky-high heels down the steps. I was a huge shoe connoisseur, but I would never wear anything that high and lethally dangerous for my health. I would fall and break my flippin’ back.
Damien resumed looking at me. “So now that that little distraction is out of the way let’s resume our conversation.”
Little distraction? More like a psycho on stilts.
“So where were we? To be clear, the name is Damien not Dana. My last name is Blue, and I was expecting a dude named Syd.”
“Well, clearly, they got their wires crossed and made a mistake. I’m indeed a Sydney, as in a female. Let’s move past this. I’ll just leave and go find a hotel to stay at until the Apartment Search people can get this situation sorted.” Hopefully, they would be able to find me something else.
“Nonsense. Let’s try this again.” He stuck out his large hand to me. “For the third time, the name is Damien. I live here and I’m expecting a new roommate. I had thought I was going to have a dude as a roommate, but we can make this work.” His lips upturned, and he gave me a megawatt smile showing off his very white and perfect teeth.
Holy fucking shit.
How was I ever going to live with a guy, not to mention one that was so freaking attractive? I really was rather done with the male species. Let’s be real here—after what I had been through, I didn’t really trust them. The one person I had trusted almost half my life had turned on me, which is how I ended up in a vulnerable situation and facing a roommate that wasn’t a female.