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that would be great if you don’t mind. Just don’t break anything.” She walked over to the dresser against the wall. “If you want to place it on top of here that would be great. I’m hoping that there is a cable outlet on this wall?”
    “Chill the fuck out woman, I’m not going to break any of your shit, and if I did I would replace it.” I rang my hands. What the fuck had I gotten myself into with this uptight chick? I swallowed my irritation. “Yeah, this is where my brother, Reeve, had his TV hanging on the wall above the dresser. I can hang it if that’s cool with you. That way it would be easier to watch it while you were in bed. You know when you get your porn and shit out?”
    “Porn?” There she goes again staring daggers at me.
    “Yeah, you know—porn? When two people fuck?” Seriously, was this girl that much of a prude that she didn’t know what porn was?
    She placed her tiny hands on her hips and stuck out her chest. And let me tell you, she was rocking it with the chest. Her light blue baby doll t-shirt clearly was made to show off her assets. “I don’t watch porn.”
    “Oh, come on. Everyone watches porn, Sydney.”
    “Well, I clearly don’t, end of story.” She walked past me and went to the bathroom to unpack her toiletries.
    She had to be a fucking prude and uptight as hell. I think she maybe even had a few screws lose.
    When she figured out that my apartment was pretty much a revolving door of hot chicks servicing me, then she was going to be in for the shock of her life. I don’t know how we could be more of opposites. As long as I was getting mine on a regular basis, then I didn’t care if I roomed with Mother Theresa. I was raised Christian, after all, even if my father liked to point out at every turn how unchristian I lead my life. I was the black sheep of the family.
    Just thinking about my dad getting on my shit caused the cackles on my neck to rise. He and I never saw eye to eye. He didn’t respect how well I’d done with my career and thought music was a waste of time. Now, my mother, on the other hand, was as sweet as pie and always supported whatever I wanted to do. I got on great with my brothers and baby sister. We actually all got along really well with the exception of my father. Reeve had made my parents proud by becoming a doctor, and although the rest of us worked hard at our jobs, we never measured up to him. You would think that it would cause a rift between us siblings because of the way they put Reeve up on a pedestal, but it didn’t. We all loved my brother and were proud as hell of him, too.
    “Hey, Sydney, where do you want me to set up your iPod dock and speakers?” I tossed over my shoulder. I almost called her Sybil. Now that would have gotten the fire under her ass flaming.
    “Wherever there is an outlet and it works, Damien, I’m not picky.” Well, hot damn, she was actually being amicable about something. I went to her nightstand and began hooking everything up for her.
    She walked out of the bathroom. “Thanks. It’s much appreciated.”
    Wow. The little diva was actually thanking me. I guess I’d done something to get on her good list. Not that I was trying to get on her good list. Hell, I was a take ‘em or leave ‘em kind of guy. Either you liked me or you didn’t. I wasn’t about to kiss anyone’s ass to win their friendship. I was tight with my siblings, and I had plenty of friends at the shop.
    “So how much more shit are you going to unpack?” Her belly started to rumble again. I don’t know why, but it was fucking cute.
    She went and grabbed one of her suitcases and laid it on the bed. “I’m just gonna unpack this bag. I don’t want my clothes to wrinkle. I know I’m going to have to iron most of them, but hopefully, some are salvageable.”
    “Sweet. Maybe I can have you iron some of my shit while you are at it.” I had to toss that out there to see if I could get a fucking rise out of her.
    “Really? You think