It took a full month, but I finally unpacked the last of my boxes. Finally, no more digging through suitcases and boxes looking for a flat iron. No more wearing the same heels three days in a row because all the other options were “in a box somewhere.”
I plopped down on my couch, picking up my phone. A celebration felt due, and since neither of my friends had surprised me with a housewarming party, I’d throw my own.
Twenty minutes later, after listening to Benta bitch about her boss, and Cammie swear on Jesus that she missed my face, we had a plan in motion. A plan that gave me about an hour to change out of my sweats, grab food from the Italian place three blocks over, and be back in full hostess mode. I called in the order and hopped in the shower.
I adjusted the shower’s spray and thought about the super. I hadn’t seen him since he’d fixed the showerhead, though it wasn’t for lack of looking. I should have taken Nicole’s wrath and been late that day. I could have leaned against the bathroom door and watched him work, his hands lifted above his head … dangerous thoughts to think about while naked, in said shower, with a convenient handheld showerhead right there. But I avoided temptation, jumping out with only a slight edge of sexual frustration (it’d been a year!) and yanking on skinny jeans, a Free People tank and cardigan, and some flats. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door.
I might have taken too long in the shower. Or we could blame my delay on the restaurant, who didn’t have my order ready, then had issues with their credit card machine, then took their dear sweet time packing everything up for me to carry out.
But whatever the reason, I jogged up the building’s steps at 10:17, seventeen minutes late in a city that was never on time. Tell that to Benta and Cammie, whose voices I heard the minute I got off the elevator. Loud voices, Benta’s even louder than normal, Cammie’s chiming in with equal vigor. Were they … fighting? My steps quickened down the hall, nearing the bend where I’d actually be able to see them. Fighting between the three of us was rare, especially when unprovoked. I winced at the slur in Benta’s voice. Drunk Benta could be hostile. I rounded the corner, a shhh already hissing from my lips when I stopped dead, the food bag swinging wildly from the abrupt stop, my eyes fixed on the two girls who were camped out in my hall, legs sprawled on the hardwood, a wine bottle on the floor between them, a second one open between Cammie’s thighs, their hands aggressively waving, scowling up at the man who stood over them.
Standing between my two best friends, his hands on his hips, a T-shirt stretched tight across his chest, worn jeans snug on his hips, was the super. Who, if you missed my earlier swoonfest, was gorgeous. But right then, in the middle of my hall, with both girls screaming, he looked pissed. And pissed was an even hotter look on his face. If I were his girlfriend, I’d make it my mission in life to piss him off every day of the week.
Apparently, the best way to do that was to get drunk in the hallway of his building.
“Hey.” I stepped closer and was completely ignored, no one’s head turning my way. “Hey!” I whisper-yelled the word, setting the food down and righting the tipped bottle. Then I stepped into the fight, waving my hands in the air. “Shut up!” I hissed.
That worked. The girls stopped, Cammie blinking up at me as if wondering who I was and what I was doing there. I looked at her warily and wondered how much of the bottle between her legs she’d had.
“You’re late,” accused Benta, pushing off the wall and dragging herself to her feet. “And this asshole is trying to kick us out.” She glared at him. “You know my dad could buy this whole building.”
“I’m impressed,” he scoffed, and I wanted to smack her myself.
“I’m sorry, the restaurant was backed up.” I dug in my pocket and pulled out my keys.
“I don’t need drunk girls waking everyone up. I thought this was explained to you during the interview process.”
“Waking everyone up?” Cammie yelled and I winced, her voice five decibels higher than necessary. “It’s ten o’clock.”
“Shut up, Cammie,” I chided. “Please, both of you, go inside.” I held out my keys and Benta snatched them. I listened to her struggle with the door and stepped around her, approaching the guy, who glared in my direction.
And just let me say again, this guy needed to walk around pissed 24/7. I could scoop sex appeal off his cheekbones and bottle it in lube and be happy for the rest of my life. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I thought I’d be back before they got here.” Behind me, I heard them get the door open, their move inside, and the angry slam of it shut.
His jaw clenched. “Are you guys going out or…” His eyes dropped to the bag of food.
“Staying in,” I said regretfully. “But we’ll be quiet, I promise. Seriously.”
“I don’t think the brunette has it in her to be quiet.”
He was absolutely correct; Benta would probably scream lullabies to her future babies, but I wasn’t about to admit that. I tried a smile. Some inspirational poster somewhere once said that a smile could cross all barriers.
The poster was wrong. He didn’t smile back. He scowled. I almost dropped my panties in response.
“You are the only one-bedroom on this floor. Everyone here pays a lot of money for this space and expects a certain level of peace. Please don’t make me evict you.”
At the word evict, any hope I had for an impromptu hallway sex session dried up. I couldn’t get evicted, couldn’t land back on Cammie’s couch, couldn’t pack up all of my things and send them back to storage. I wouldn’t.
I swallowed. “You’re not going to have to.” I stepped closer, clasping my hands together. “I swear.” From inside the apartment, Benta yelled my name, stretching the short word into about five syllables. I winced and tilted my head toward the closed door.
“Yeah,” he interrupted. “You should get to that.” He stepped back, and I missed the minty smell of his soap. Then he turned and walked away. And I swear I only stared at his ass for the first five steps.
I squared my shoulders, grabbed the bag of food, and turned the handle, prepared to give Benta and Cammie the reprimand of their lives.