Jax told his friend everything from the call he got woken up to, the woman, and of course the fact she was moving in.
“What’s she like?” Ryan asked.
“I don’t know.”
“What does she look like?”
“She’s a brunette. Kind of small. Her head comes to about my chest. She’s on the fuller side. Big hips and ass, nice rack though.”
“This is not going to last.”
“Stop that shit, Ryan. I need this to work. I like my apartment.”
“Then keep your dick in your pants and don’t come on to your roommate.”
“I won’t. She’s not my type.”
“Yeah, yeah. Your type is anything with a vagina that will have you.”
“That’s just mean. I have standards,” Jax said.
Ryan burst out laughing. “Damn, this could be fun. I’m going to have to bring a few of the guys around. They’re all going to want to watch this.”
“Screw you.”
Jax hung up, no longer interested in talking to anyone.
The money in his hand told him she was good for it. That he’d get his rent paid. He loved partying and having fun, but he always made sure his bills were paid.
He’d either made the biggest mistake of his life renting the room out to Dani or the best. He really hoped it was the best.
****
Dani loved the color pink. In fact, she loved all the pastel colors that seemed to scream summer and freshness. The one thing she never wanted was a dark, dank room again. Her parents had always picked dark, bold colors, which she found on the really boring side. Even in summer the house always seemed a horrible place to be.
Finishing off the last strip of pink in her room, she climbed down off the ladder and stepped back. She wore a pair of dungarees, which had streaks of paint, and her hair was bound up on top of her head. She hadn’t gotten a moving company as she didn’t trust them to not tamper with her stuff. She already had everything else boxed and ready in her closet. Every trip she made this week, she’d brought something with her so that she moved out. Some friends were helping with the rest today.
Her landlord hadn’t been happy, and he’d tried to intimidate her, which hadn’t worked. Being threatened by the belt growing up, that was scary. Her landlord was a sad, lonely old man who liked to scare younger women.
She didn’t scare easily.
Wiping her hands on the cloth, she heard the door, and left her room to answer it only to bump into Jax.
“Sorry,” she said.
He wasn’t wearing any shirt, putting his rather solid, ink-covered chest a little too close to her eyes.
“I had idea you were here,” he said.
“No problem. I’ll just get the door. That could be the guys with my stuff.”
“I’ve got friends coming over. It could be them.”
“Oh, well, do you want to open it or should I?”
Jax smiled. “I’ll let you open it.”
She shrugged and went to answer the door. There were five men, each carrying a six-pack of beer. When they saw her, they checked the apartment door and then frowned.
“I take it you’re Jax’s new roommate,” the one in front with the messy blond hair said.
“That would be me. I’m Dani.”
“I’m Ryan. We’re all Jax’s friends.”
“Good to see you all.”
“I’m Wes.”
“Riley.”
“Sean.”
“Carl.”
“Good to see you all,” she said. Just behind them she spotted the men she’d hired, carrying up her bed. “Jax, you’ve got company.” She yelled for him to hear and stepped out of the way to greet the men she hired. “Hey, thank you so much for this.”
“No problem, Dani, where do you want this?” Stephen asked.
He was a regular at the diner where she worked, and they’d gotten to talking one morning. He was a married man with a couple of kids, and he loved to talk about them all the time. They were friends, and when he found out she was moving, he was more than happy to help. Especially when he discovered her previous landlord was trying to get her to sleep with him.
Ignoring the men that were watching them, she opened the doors, giving Stephen and his friend a chance to bring her bed in.
For the next half an hour, they brought in the few pieces of furniture she owned and placed them in her room.
Stephen lingered as his friend left. “Do you need a hand putting all of this together?”
“Nah, I got this. It should be easy to put together, I hope.” She shrugged. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d done something like this. She rather liked doing something with her hands. It was always a lot of fun to do, especially when she actually got it right. Of course, when she couldn’t read the instructions, those days sucked big time. “Thank you so much for helping me with this.”
“No problem. Let me know if you need anything.”