it again. How did the saying go … can’t teach an old dog new tricks? Well, Gil was definitely a dog, but his age didn’t factor into it at all.
I had no more than one foot out of the elevator when I heard it. There were two condos on my floor, and only one of them was quiet. Mine, however, had music blaring, and there was a chorus of conversation competing with the noise. I hoped like hell our neighbors were heavy sleepers or spent their Friday nights out on Sixth Street, because there was no way they couldn’t hear that. The last thing I needed was to piss off the occupants of 1701 when I’d only been living there for a couple of weeks.
I preferred to get them to like me first, and since I hadn’t yet met them, that wasn’t even possible. And we all knew, when that time came, getting them to like me would be difficult enough thanks to the tattoos and the piercings that adorned the majority of my body. A lot of people shied away from that.
“Fuck.” Because I wasn’t in the mood to traipse four blocks back to the tattoo shop to spend the night on a crappy cot, I decided to take my chances.
The instant I opened the door, I wished I hadn’t.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
“Gil! What the fuck?” I mumbled, my words completely drowned out by the music. I let the front door close behind me as I stepped into my condo, horrified by the debauchery taking place in my living room.
There were at least three chicks, two of whom were naked as the day they were born, playing with one another on my fucking couch, and one more who was giving far too much attention to none other than the man responsible for this madness, Gil Garner. My soon-to-be ex-roommate.
If it weren’t for the fact that Gil paid a third of my mortgage and the utilities, I really would’ve kicked his ass to the curb. Never mind the fact that he was my friend and my employee, or that we’d lived together for the past two years before we moved here. I still would’ve preferred to toss him out on the street in the below-freezing temps rather than stand here and watch as some brunette sucked him off in the middle of my fucking living room. But there she was, mouth wide open, his dick sliding in and out while she slobbered all over him.
Fucking lovely.
“Hey, sweets,” Gil greeted, casting a sideways glance my way as he waved at me with a beer bottle dangling from his fingers before his eyes dropped back to the girl kneeling between his splayed thighs.
I could hardly hear a word he said, but I refused to move any closer to … the nakedness. Instead, I glared at him.
He smiled, still peering back at me over his shoulder. “Thought you were workin’ late tonight.”
Yes, because that was a good excuse for some chick deep-throating him in the living room. He had his own room, for fuck’s sake, couldn’t he take that shit in there?
My gaze once again strayed to the two naked girls grinding against one another on the other end of the sectional sofa. I shook my head in disbelief. Didn’t they have their own place where they could do that? Without an audience, maybe?
“I left earl—” I stopped the words before the sentence fully formed. One, Gil wouldn’t have been able to hear me and two, I didn’t owe him an explanation. This was my condo; he just rented a room from me.
“Grab a beer, Pres. Stay a while,” a deep voice rumbled from behind me.
I spun around to see my other roommate, Gavin Dennis—who also happened to be my best friend since childhood—standing there, a half-naked chick hanging on him, her nipples visible over the low scoop of her dress.
Could it get any worse?
“What are you doing here?” I questioned, looking him square in the eye and doing my best to avoid the big-breasted girl running her hands along Gavin’s chiseled chest. “Shouldn’t you be at work?”
“Things were slow. I came home to change, but”—Gavin nodded his head toward the girl—“she asked me to stay.”
I had no idea who she was. And if I had to guess, neither did Gavin. And probably not Gil, either.
This was the story of my life.
Twenty-eight years old, living with two guys whose extracurricular activities included strange naked women and orgies, I should’ve expected this by now. Only I didn’t