She struggles to shut the door with her full arms, shit falling out of the bags, fruit rolling toward me, and then she gets to the bar and drops what didn’t already fall on the floor beside it. I put my water glass to the fridge and refill it then put it to my mouth and take another long guzzle.
When I turn around, she’s giving me the evil eye.
What? Did she expect me to relieve her of her bags? Am I her butler?
I put the glass down on top of a stack of four already dirty glasses.
“Dropped your Tampax,” I inform.
Her eyes dart to the floor and she goes red-faced and then squats to lift the box as well as the two apples and box of granola bars that’d fallen out of her bag.
I catch a peek down the front of her shirt as she leans forward to fetch the apples.
She catches me looking. Her eyes narrow and flash with anger.
I saunter past her, back toward the bedroom. I can tell she’s about to mouth off and I am not in the mood. I need at least another few hours alone with my hangover in a dark room.
“Excuse me?” She snaps. I stop and turn around to face her.
“I’m Carly, as I said. You are?”
I fold my arms across my chest. “Aiden.”
“And, you work for Carmichael?” she asks.
“I guess you could say that,” I answer.
“And, how long are you staying here?” she asks.
“As long as I’m stuck here.”
She gives me a befuddled look. “I was told I was sharing this apartment with Ally. Are you not leaving?”
“No clue who Ally is. This is my pad whenever I’m here. Sometimes there’s someone in the spare room, not usually. Guess this time it’s you.” I shrug and go to move away.
“Is this your mess?” She gestures to the room at large.
I look around and shrug. “Most likely.”
“And does Carmichael use a cleaning service for corporate apartments?” she asks.
“Not until it’s empty.”
“So, this is all your mess?” she confirms.
I fold my arms across my chest.
She eyes my biceps and then appears to give her head a shake, before she loses track of being pissed at me. This tactic typically serves me well.
I flex a little and swear I hear the sound of her ovaries dropping eggs or some shit.
She swallows and glares at me. “Are you planning on cleaning this up any time soon?”
“Not particularly,” I return.
They usually hire a service after I leave. I’m usually only here a few days at a time. I’ve been here a week.
This is only the second time I’ve been saddled with a roommate while here. Though last time it was a tech guy who stayed in his room, out of my way the entire time. This chick doesn’t seem like she’s about to stay out of my way. Though maybe I can use that to my advantage. After my headache fucks off.