Pt.2

After the boring presentation Stacie dashed out off her cubicle and took a taxi home. The streets were busy with people on the sidewalks who were running in front of traffic to get to the best shops in the city for their breaks, and the yellow taxis driving like they are in a race to pick up the most people for the day. The city life is hectic, busy, noisy and exciting, why would you want anything different?

I finally reached my destination, unlocking my door to my loft on the Upper East Side; I was greeted by my beautiful tiger cat, Fluffy.

“Hey sweetie! I missed you today. So…how was your day?” Yeah I know I’m a bit of a nut, talking to my cat like she’s a human. What can I say…I have no friends.

Making sure that Fluffy had food in her dish, I made my way to the bathroom. Slowly I started to take off my shirt, when it got caught in my earring. Having my head completely covered, and my arm tangled within my shirt, this was going to be difficult to remove my shirt without ripping my earring off of my ear.

DING DONG

“Shit!”Who the hell could that be at my door?

Barely being able to see through the fabric, I carefully walked to the door. “Uh…who, who is it?”

“I just moved in across the hall from you, and I wanted to know if you had scissors, I uh…packed mine.”

“Uh…give me a sec” Shit, shit, shit! From the sound of that voice, I could tell my new neighbor was a hot stud. How am I going to get him the scissors without him seeing me like this? I tried again to remove my shirt, “Ouch!”

“Hey are you ok in there?”

With my head completed covered, both arms within my shirt, and let’s not forget my breasts were bare enough that it would give an old man a heart attack, I needed this guys help. Damn.