To The Rude Guy in Apartment Five - J. S. Cooper Page 0,50
skill. I fuck even better than I dance.’ And then I walked away.”
“Oh, my God. You did not say that.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” she moaned. “He’s going to fire me or he’s going to think that I’m the biggest slut out there.”
“I don’t think he’ll fire you …” I lied. I had no idea if Tate would fire her or not. “And I don’t think that he thinks you’re a slut. I bet he wishes that you could teach him moves on and off the dance floor.” I giggled. “You know he’s going to be having dreams about you tonight.”
“You think?” She paused. “If we were going to the office tomorrow, I’d wear something slutty just to mess with him.”
“Jane, that’s so bad.”
“I know. I like to be a bad girl at times.” She sighed. “So anyway, how was your evening?”
“It was fine. I had dinner with Jagger, and then I came home to have a bath—oh, fuck!” I jumped up. As soon as I entered my bedroom, I knew that I was in trouble. The floor was already wet, and by the time I made it to the bathroom, I was wading in water. “Shit, Jane. I flooded the bathroom. I have to call you back, okay?”
“Okay, good luck, and if you can’t call tonight, I’ll see you tomorrow morning at Craftsmen and Wolves.”
“Okay, bye.”
I hung up and quickly turned the faucets off. “Shit, shit, shit.”
I grabbed a towel and threw it on the floor to absorb some water, but it basically did nothing. I ran to the closet and grabbed some more towels to place them on the ground and then to the kitchen to grab a pot to start collecting the water to pour down the sink. But as I walked back to the bathroom, I realized that the water was now seeping through to the living room.
“Shit!”
I was starting to panic. Without thinking, I ran to the front door and down the corridor to Jagger’s door. I banged on it three times loudly and he opened it with a confused smile.
“Hey, Magnolia,” he said with a lazy grin. “Did you leave something?”
“No,” I mumbled trying to ignore the fact that he was now shirtless. Why did he look so hot without clothes on? “I have a problem.”
“Oh?” He took a step forward. “One only I can help with huh?”
“Yes.”
“Well, come on in.” The lazy smiled got bigger and he grabbed my hand.
“Not that, Jagger.” I pulled my hand back. “I have a problem in my apartment. I need your help.”
“Okay.” He stepped into the hallway with me. “What’s the issue?”
“I forgot I was running the bath,” I said as we hurried back to my apartment.
“You forgot?”
“I was on the phone.”
“On a dating app?” He sounded pissed.
“What? No.” I shook my head. “I was on the phone. Chatting.”
“Who with?”
“What does that matter?” I grabbed his hand. “Come on, I don’t know what to do.”
“Who were you talking to? Holy fuck!” He stared at the water. “Did you turn the faucet off?”
“Yes, before I came to get you.”
“Oh, man.” He shook his head. “Do you have a mop and a bucket?”
“No, but I have a Swiffer.”
“That’s not going to help. You put all your towels down to seep up the water?”
“Yeah, but it’s not helping much.” I bit down on my lower lip. “Should I put clothes down as well?” Before he answered, I pulled my sheets off of the bed and dumped them on the ground.
“Well, I wouldn’t have said to do that, no.” He looked around, “but we do need to get the water up off of the ground and tomorrow we’re going to need to call someone in or you’re going to get mold with all this damp on the carpet.”
“Oh, man.” I sighed. “This sucks.”
“It’ll be okay, Magnolia.” He grabbed the pot and started collecting water. “Grab another pot and let’s scoop it up. It’s all we can do for now.”
“Okay. Thank you.”
I ran to the kitchen to grab another pot. We spent the next 45 minutes scooping up water and pouring it into the bathtub and by the time it was done, we were both soaking wet and tired.
“I’m exhausted,” I said as I yawned. “And I’m wet.” I looked at my mattress and sighed.
“Sleep at my place tonight,” Jagger suggested. He looked around my room. “This place is a mess, and you’d have to make your bed again. You can sleep over.”
“I don’t know …”
“You can have my bed.