The Right Kind of Love(4)
What the hell.
I stuck my hand out once again. “Sydney Summers. It’s a pleasure and I appreciate you letting me stay. Although, once I get settled, I’ll see about finding another roommate.”
“We can make this work as long as you don’t cock block me.” He was serious as a heart attack. What kind of mess have I gotten myself into?
“Well, if you are referring to cock blocking as in you and me, then you need to get your facts straight. I don’t date or do anything else with men, for that matter.”
“Whatever you say, Sweets.”
Sweets?
“The name is Sydney not Sweets.” I deadpanned.
“Well, sweets, are you going to stand there all day or are you going to come in and see your new home?” He waved a hand welcoming me into his, or shall I say our apartment.
I walked in, but then I turned back to him and met his deep black eyes. “The name is Sydney.” I gritted threw my teeth.
Holy hell this place was nice and actually immaculate. For a guy, he ran a pretty tight ship when it came to tidiness. He would probably be less than thrilled with me because I was such a slob. But so be it. He wouldn’t be in my room to see what it looked like, and I would do my best to keep our shared living quarters clean.
I took it all in. Beige walls surrounded me. There was a one-butt kitchen, as my aunt Theresa would call it, off to the right with black speckled granite countertops, cherry cabinets, and stainless appliances. It had a breakfast bar with chrome and red padded bar stools pulled up to it. Next to the kitchen was a kitchen table set with four chairs. Connecting to the eating area there was a huge family room. On the wall, facing the entrance into the apartment there was a fireplace and above it had to have been at least a 60” flat screen TV. Placed in front of the TV, there was a black leather sectional couch and a slate tiled coffee table. To the right was another door, which I could only imagine led to the deck that I saw at the front of the apartment when I was walking in.
“Well, I see you are checking it all out. Do you want me to show you your room, and then I can help you get all of your things brought up here?” He turned on the TV and classical musical blasted through the room.
I gave him a funny look because he didn’t fit the classical music type. “You like classical music?”
He winked at me. “I like all sorts of music. I’m actually lead guitarist in a band. I sing as well, but the guitar is what my world is built around. You should come hear us play sometime. We play at some of the different hotels on the strip and bars off the strip, too.”
“Cool, I’ll think about it.” And I would. I loved music. I was a sucker for it. Plus I could only imagine what his voice sounded like. He had such a rich, deep baritone voice. Lead guitarist and vocals. Damn that sounded hot. But I wasn’t going to let myself get carried away with that thought. Men were on the list of no-go for me.
He led me out of the family room and down a hall. We passed a built in desk were he had a very nice desktop computer setup. We came to what appeared to be a long closet door. “Right here’s the laundry.” He swung open the doors and showed me a front loader washer and dryer.
“Nice machines. You’re all about the good shit when it comes to appliances in this place.”
“Thanks. I don’t mess around when it comes to furnishing the house. I work my ass off to have the things I do and having a roommate now will help me stay on top of the bills.” He shut the doors.
We walked further down the hall and approached two doors. He gestured to his left. “This is my room on the left and here is your room on the right. Don’t ever come into my room unless I tell you it’s okay.” He opened the door for me. “Oh, and in front of you is the guest bath.”
“Geez, Damien, chill the hell out. I told you I wasn’t going to cock block you.” I walked into my room to get away from the player. I’m surprised his dick wasn’t giving the tour. He was hot and that was about all he had working for him in my book. I was a bit intimidated by men at this point, after what I’d been through, but I had to remember to be strong and to not let my past control my future. I wouldn’t allow myself to live in fear. Of fear of what happened with Wes.
I took in the room. It was fairly large and actually had a king sized bed. Wow, I wasn’t expecting such a luxury. “Um, a king sized bed?”
“Yeah. That is what my brother had and he didn’t take it with him.” He winked. What is up with this guy? Does he have a twitch or something?
“I guess I’ll be going to Target after I get everything settled. I only brought bedding for a double.” I sighed. I was so tired from all of the driving that was the last thing I wanted to do along with unpacking all of the shit and lugging it up a flight of stairs.