Page 5 of Definitely Not a Thing

I wasnotan angry, confrontational kinda girly, butthis?

“You’re about to see a motherfucker hammer time,”I grumbled under my breath, hands propped on my hips as I waited for somebody to answer the door.

I had my fist poised to knock again when it swung open, putting me eye-to-nipple with a man who started the interaction with a condescending chuckle.

“Damn – you mad asfuck, huh?” he laughed more, as I tipped my head back to really see him.

Why thefuckwould he be this fine?

Smooth brown skin, strong jaw, wide nose, lots of thick, healthy hair – on his headandface.

Was that necessary?

Fineness aside, my brows furrowed even harder. “Yes, actually – you’re being rude.”

He scoffed, then used the phone in his hand to stop the music. “I’mrude? Ms.Get out my fucking way and shut up?”

My mouth dropped open. “I didnotsay all that!”

He shrugged – broad, tattooed, cinnamon brown shoulders. “May as well have.”

“Maybe so, but I didn’t, and I didn’t even mean to say anything.”

“But you did though, and it was rude, so….”

“So… I deserve to not get any sleep because you’re having a party?”

“The party is over.”

I peeked around him, and it did indeed appear that his guests had left.

“Oh – you’re being loud and obnoxious just for fun, then?”

His full lips spread into a little smirk. “Thanks for understanding.”

Before I could reply, he’d started the music back up, and was about to close the door until I put my hand up, stopping it.

“Hey – can you… just…not?” I asked, with a huff. “Look – I’m sorry for being rude in the hall earlier. I had—have—a lot on my mind.”

“Ohhh, you’ve got a lot on your miiiind,” he droned, and I had to bite the inside of my lip to keep a rude comment from spilling out.

Shit.

Maybe Iamrude?

“You know… have a good night,” I said instead of what I wanted to say, and turned to walk back to my own door.

I would simply let HPD handle it, as much as I didn’t want to go there.

“You too,” he called after me, laughing as I went back into my apartment.

I wanted to scream.

Hell, maybe I should.

Who would hear it anyway, withAsson full blast?

Fuck it.