when we met. s/sublet.
“What are you going to do now, Kaitlyn?”
I stared at my best friend Darcy for a moment before I spoke. With a sigh, I dropped my head into my hands. “I don’t know. I guess I’m staying in New York.” Ever since the deal my boss made with our British parent company fell through, I’d been a bit lost. I had everything planned:
2. Move to London for six months for said promotion.
3. Meet prince charming.
4. Live happily ever after.
Of course, I only knew the first two were happening, not the last two. But a girl can dream, right?
“What?” The look of worry and concern on Darcy’s face had me a little scared.
“I think you’re forgetting something.”
“I am? I still have a job, Darce. I’m just not leaving.”
“I know that. But what you don’t have is a place to live.”
“Oh my god! I sublet my apartment! How did I forget that minor detail?”
“You’ve had a lot on your mind.”
“I guess I’ll have to call him and tell him I can’t rent to him after all.”
“Kaitlyn! You can’t do that. How is he going to find a new place to live in New York City with no notice at all? That’s just cruel.”
“Dammit.” I knew she was right. “He’s coming by tonight so we can finally meet. I’ll talk to him. Maybe we can work something out.”
“Especially if he’s hot.” She winked at me.
“Jesus, Darce. That’s hardly what’s important right now.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s pretty important.”
• • •
I paced around my apartment wondering what I was going to do. Darcy was right. I couldn’t leave Alex without a place to live. We had a deal. But I also had nowhere to go.
When I heard his knock, I took a deep breath and went to open the door even though I had no idea how I was going to fix this. I pulled the door open and lost all ability to speak. All I could hear in my head were Darcy’s words: Especially if he’s hot.
I shook myself out of the trance I’d slipped into. “Alex. Sorry. Please come in.” He smiled as he walked past me. I caught his scent and it was intoxicating. Just like his eyes. And his perfectly unshaven face.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” I asked.
He wouldn’t stop smiling at me and it was very distracting. “No thank you, Kaitlyn.”
God his voice. Okay, get it together, Kaitlyn. “Have a seat.” I gestured to the sofa, but he waited to sit until I did.
“So,” I repeated. God he was gorgeous. “We need to talk.”
“Uh oh. It sounds serious. Are you breaking up with me?”
I laughed, finally relaxing a little. “No. Well, kind of.”
He rested his hand over his heart. “Ouch.”
“Alex.” My smile faded. “My time in London… it’s not happening.”
“It’s a long story. But the problem is… I’m not leaving.”
“I don’t want to leave you in a bind with nowhere to live. I’m not sure what to do.”
He thought in silence, but only for a moment. “I have a proposition.”
My answer is yes. Whatever it is. “Yes?”
“I was going to stay in your spare bedroom.” He paused as I nodded. “I could still do that.”
“With me in the apartment? Like, live together?”
“I think it’s the perfect solution.” He flashed me a killer smile. “Roomie.”
p.s. — Let’s hope he walks around dripping wet in only a towel after he showers.
Hot guy: American model Trey Baxter (who can move in with me anytime)