"EVICTED? WHAT THE FUCK?"
Zach Pedigo ripped the notice off of his apartment door and stared at it with a haunted glare. He knew that he was behind a month in rent but this was harsh. How could his landlord be so unsympathetic? Wasn't it against the law to evict someone until three months without payment gave them the right to push someone out? Aggravated he crumpled it up and unlocked his door. Entering he slammed his door out of spite then hurled the paper on to his kitchen bar, which separated it from his small living room.
Tossing his duffle on the floor beside his sofa he took a deep breath and accepted reality. He knew coming up with the money to avoid eviction was slim. He had been out of work nearly two months, exhausting his savings just to survive. Finding another job was increasingly depressing. Not many employers wanted a man who punched out his boss whatever the circumstances were, good or bad. References stunk. Sad to say he might end up living in a cardboard box here soon unless he could figure out something.
Tired and sweaty after a gym workout, one of the few places he had paid up for a year to be a member, he took his t-shirt off and whipped it out over his television, clinging to the screen. From there he unbuttoned his pants for circulation, stopping there in his disrobing. He needed a beer.
Opening his refrigerator he procured the second to last bottle of Heineken in a six pack and twisted the cap off, guzzling it. Finally, leaning on the wall of his kitchen he growls to himself, "Lord I need a miracle here." Eyes toward the ceiling as if expecting a sign he got it.
A knock at his door made his breathing freeze, "Please don't let that be the landlord." He chose to ignore it until two more knocks made him grow curious. Tiptoeing to the door he looks through the peep hole and bulges his eyes. "HOLY!" A swift turn of the knob he opens the door.
"Hi. I'm Heidi, I called about the spare bedroom."
Dumbfounded by beauty, Zach stared with awe at a devastatingly gorgeous blond with silky hair caressing her soft white shoulders. Piercing blue eyes and a perfect smile left him speechless. In response the girl lifted twice up on her toes as if awaiting a solid reply.
"SHIT! Sorry, you just caught me off guard."
"I can see that." She hesitantly points at his unfastened pants barely revealing skin near his pubic area, Zach lived commando.
"Dammit!" He turns his back to her and quickly fastens up before returning to her. She blushed but stood her ground.
"Can I see the room?"
"Room?"
"The vacancy. I'm desperate for affordable housing since I moved into the city. I've been staying with my mom but I want my own place. She and my stepsister share a one bedroom, so no room for me." She giggles.
Zach nearly told her she had the wrong place when inspiration struck. Stepping aside he motions her to come on in. He did have a spare bedroom that he used for storage. This could just be his lucky day. Even if it was dishonest. "Sure, come on in. Heidi was it?"
"Yep. You're older than I pictured."
"Age matter?"
"Not really. How old are you?"
"35. You?"
"19."
"I could almost be your Dad."
She blushes heavily and looks to her feet before snickering, "I guess."
"Shit! I suppose I should put my shirt on. Got too comfy after hitting the gym." He looks for his shirt locating it on the 55 inch TV and starts to go after it.
"You don't have to. I'm fine." She admits shyly.
"Uhhh? You sure?"
"Yes."
"Anyone ever tell you that you look like that actress Dove Cameron?"
"Anyone ever tell you that you look like that actor Tom Hardy?"
"My twin brother."
"My twin sister." She giggles, "May I see the room?"
"Right! It's ten steps this way. Small apartment." He nervously takes the lead.
"I don't take up much room. 5'5, 120. Mostly up..." She stops short of pointing at her chest, which had an amazing cleavage. 38C's behind a yellow camisole left them wide open to interpretation.
"Well, I'm going to keep my eyes high. I certainly don't want to give you the wrong impression of me. Even though I've probably already done that." He chuckles pointing at his own chest.
"It's a guy thing. I'm used to being looked over. Anyways, the room?"
Stepping out of her way he opens the door to the spare bedroom which was roughly 10 feet by 12 feet. She squeezes around him face to face, her chest slightly grazing his sternum. He swallows at her trailing tits soft caress and reacting to him. Trying not to stare he saw nipple hard on, but quickly averted his gaze.
"Small skylight over where your bed can go. Average closet. Ceiling fan. Nothing special really."
"It's cute."
"Yes it is." He lowers his eyes to her tight heart shaped ass covered by a white mini skirt, her long legs gently muscular.
"You think the room is cute?" She snickers.
"Well, it will be once I get all of my junk out of your way." He hadn't thought of that. Where was he going to put it? Grimacing, he figured the dumpster sounded good.
"You know, your voice even sounds differently than over the phone."
"Oh?"
"You did sound like you had allergies. Hay fever you said."
"I'm drugged up. So far so good." He was feeling guilty as the lies mounted up.
"I can't recall your name." She fidgeted.
"Zach." He extends a hand, "Zach Pedigo."
"Heidi Baker." She frowns, "I'm in the wrong apartment aren't I?"
"Yeeeeeeeah! Listen Heidi. I'm sorry I wasted your time. I'm not going to bother telling you why I let you in. All I can say is I'm sorry, I was considering a roommate and when you said...guess I'm...sorry. I'll walk you out."
"So you were going to steal someone else's potential roommate?"
Zach lowered his gaze and shrugged, "I'm a sad human being."
"How much would be my rent?"
"Say what?" He lifted his gaze and bulged his eyes.
"How much?"
"Well, half the rent is $700."
"Wow! $1,400 for this small place?"
"That's Seattle for ya. We're near the heart of the city. This is cheap."
"You're so right. Every ad I looked at was crazy high. The guy I talked to over the phone was going to charge me $900. Who can afford that?"
"Might be $900 with half the utilities." He winces.
"I'll have to get a third job just to make that."
"What do you do?"
"Part time at Victoria's Secret and at a Nail Salon, I do intricate nail designs. I'm girly." She laughs.
"Sounds like it. Listen Heidi, you don't have to rent from me. I'm truly sorry I led you on."
"I'm considering it. Unless you're not wanting to now. I know the age gap must be awkward."
"NO! No! That has nothing to do with it. I just feel horrible for giving you the runaround. You don't deserve what I just tried to pull."
"At least you're being honest now. Can you continue being totally honest with me going forward?"
"Absolutely. I just got evicted." He rolls his eyes.
"Seriously?"
"Yeah! That was my driving force in playing you. I'm on hard times myself. Lost my job two months ago, blown through my savings, struggling to stay afloat. I figured you might keep a roof over my head a bit longer until I got a job. Dammit!" He backs away aggravated with himself and steps into the living room arms crossed and pondering his life.
"Bathroom looks bigger than my room." She follows him out but deviates her path to the front door.
"What? You're looking at the bath when I'm telling you I was using you?"
"Just saying. I like the glass shower doors. This place is better than I thought it might be."
"I don't get it. I just admitted using you and you're not storming out calling me every name in the book?"
"I forgive you. Like I said, going forward. My question is, will I pay rent to you only to be evicted next month?"
"Hope not. Might sell my motorcycle. It's my sole transportation though. That might pay two months rent."
"Don't do that. Mass transit sucks."
"Not many options Beautiful." He grits his teeth, "Sorry again."
"For what? Saying I'm beautiful? Thanks for noticing."
"It's my day for notices." He laughs. "I just didn't want you to think I was being too forward."
"Relax old man." She flips her tongue out at him, "I have enough money to pay that $700 plus $700 for deposit. I might have to live on celery sticks and peanut butter, but if I can help and put a roof over my, our, head I'll take the risk. Just...don't lie."
"I won't."
"Prove it." She studies him with a squint.
"You're hot as fuck."
"That's proving it?"
"It's no lie." He chuckles. "Cute ass."
"Ohhhh! So now you're admitting to being a pervert."
"Aren't all of us old farts?"
"35 is not old."
"You asked for honesty. It's the only thing I could think of to prove it off the top of my head."
"Do I have to worry about it getting out of hand? These perversions." He noticed a strange glint in her eyes, almost hopeful of a yes. He chose to hold on to that close inspection.
"Too early to tell. If I do just set me straight." He moves to his TV and snatches his shirt, putting it back on. "There! Better?"
"I liked the bare chest." She smirked blushing, "I have nasty habits too. I sleep walk. I know I snore. I live in bra and panties. Sometimes no bra. Sometimes no panties. Can you live with that?"
"Can you start moving in, in like thirty minutes?" He grins heavily.