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because I have a pussy that I’m your maid. Clearly, you have me confused with someone else.” She tossed that gorgeous blonde hair and headed over to the closet.
    Like I said, fucking fiery. I knew I shouldn’t have baited her, but I couldn’t help myself. It was actually comical. I chuckled under my breath.
    “Do you actually have the audacity to laugh at me, Damien? Because don’t think I didn’t hear you. You are such a guy. I don’t even know what I think of you right now.” She walked back out of the closet and came to where I was standing. “I’m not sure if I should unpack anymore because I don’t know if I can stand being your roommate.”
    Two could play at this little game. Damn if she didn’t have that stick lodged far up her ass. “Oh, really? Well, what are you going to do about it? Pack up your shit that we just unloaded and move somewhere else?”
    “Yeah.” She squinted at me. Damn, she was pissed.
    “Chill the fuck out, okay. We can make this work. I won’t bother you and you don’t bother me. How does that sound?”
    “Well, I don’t know. I’m just not sure I want to live with someone who doesn’t respect me.”
    “Nonsense. I was just joking around not trying to show a lack of respect. Besides, we don’t even know one another.” And we didn’t, but I planned to get to know her.
    She stuck her hand out to me. I took my hand out of my pocket and shook her petite hand once again. “All right, we have a deal. But let’s be clear. First thing tomorrow morning, I’m calling those fucked up people who set us up as roommates and seeing if they can’t relocate me. In fact, I’m going to go call them right now and see if I can reach anyone, maybe they have an emergency number.”
    She walked away from me and went to the bathroom and shut the door. Damn, if I didn’t love to piss this little diva off. She clearly didn’t like me. She thought I was a pig, and well, I still didn’t know if I liked her either. She was hot as hell, but that was about all she had going for her. If I were ever to fuck her, I would put some tape on her mouth to keep her from spewing her shit.
    She stomped back out of the bathroom like a petulant child. “Well, I talked them. It looks like I’m stuck here until something else becomes available. They’re going to refund both of our fees since they clearly made a mistake placing us. But it looks like I’m stuck here.” She put her head down, walked over to the bed, and picked up the rat.
    “Look, Sydney, we can make it work. We don’t have to be best friends, fuck buddies, or attached. You do your own thing and I’ll do mine. We just need to be respectful of one another’s space. I won’t lie. Rooming with a female is something entirely different for me, too. But I’ll try my best not to make you feel uncomfortable as long as you can pull that stick out of your ass.”
    She set Zeus on the bed and picked up a shoe and then threw it at me. It hit me in the chest and it didn’t even hurt. “Nice try, slugger.”
    “You asshole! Get the hell out of my room and don’t come back.” She stood up and marched her tiny ass over to me. She pointed her finger at me and narrowed her eyes. Damn her and those wicked eyes of hers. “You think I have a stick up my ass? Well, I can tell you right now this stick is here to stay, so you had better learn how to deal with it. You… you are a pig!” She started shooing me away with her hands. “Now out, out you go.”
    She pushed me out of the room and shut the door in my face. I knew I was going to push it, but I had to get one last word in. “So does this mean you don’t want to get a bite to eat and go to Target?” I heard another shoe hit the door.
    “Pig.”
    Maybe I would need to get some paint or some tape and divide the apartment in half, because I couldn’t fathom how we were going to make this little arrangement work.
    The funny part was that I knew I was a pig. I loved women and had to have a