Regrettably, she knew that was the worst mistake she had imposed on herself without a doubt. His voice sounded like a nut coated with chocolate; ironic considering he's a guy. Something about his voice penetrated right through her. She could visualise him, tall, perhaps dark-haired and the classic look of an incredible looking guy. Or maybe she was wrong, what if his voice didn't suit his demeanour. What if, she'd meet this guy and he'd drag her into the back of his van whilst she screamed and kicked begging to be set free. Claire rolled her eyes; she needed to stop with the great deal of thrillers, and get her head out of the clouds.

~~~

As light bounced through the silt of the blind, Claire didn't just grumble on incessantly but rightfully screamed into the pillow. Last night she had gone to bed late instantly regretting her choice to stay up reading that book. The book wasn't even good to her standards; a cliché about some woman falling in love with someone who treats her better than her husband. The romance was awful, she could remember pulling a face as the protagonist fainted into her lover's arms just because he'd tucked back a long strand of hair behind his ear. Of course the lover had to be obnoxiously attractive; mane of long, tousled brown hair and bronze-tanned chest. Claire couldn't see how the book sold millions of copies; there was barely any chemistry between them and the sex dragged on. And the author overstressed the conflict between the protagonist and the husband that she couldn't understand why the one hadn't killed the other. But despite her rant upon the book, it didn't help that she'd read the entire book till three in the morning. Next she'd have to read a thriller or horror, hopefully that would scare her so she couldn't read anymore and would have to go to sleep.

Claire kicked her legs out sighing with a huff as she glanced up to the white ceiling of her room. It would be effort now to walk towards the kitchen, put the kettle on and then grab the milk out the fridge. Her conscience grumbled on for her as she got out of bed, grabbed her reading glasses and headed out from the comfort of her room. Her glasses were black-rimmed and hardly ever got accustomed with her nose so they sat onto the bedside table collecting dust. She put on her glasses as she entered the kitchen, her naked feet padding across the floor as she headed to the kettle. Once again she sat in silence only to the sound of her teeth munching on the cereal she had become to know day-to-day with.

Today, she had gone with a navy blue formal dress matched with black heels; the clod of her heels against the concrete pavement as she stepped off the bus. Ahead she looked up in misery towards the skyscraper wanting nothing more than to turn back onto the bus and head home to indulge in the land of sleep. Darren as she expected was standing in reception once again reading through the magazines as Claire entered inside.

"I swear those are outdated." Claire commented just as she approached him. Darren glanced up throwing the magazine down onto the pile, "Probably, you seem a little better this morning." He replied allowing Claire to tuck her arm through his.

"Just if no-one mentions or breathes the word, Monica. I don't want to be reminded about yesterday." Claire said, shuddering at the thought.

Darren smiled softly at the moment they entered the lift. "Honey, you know that was yours for the taking." Then he muttered. "Honey, I'd rather you weren't placed next to that pervert. Monica has the joy of sharing an office with him."

Claire laughed, "Thanks. Let's not go any further than that."

Darren took to on his heel pulling Claire along as they came out onto their floor thankful the other few passengers in the lift weren't from their floor and had no way of sourcing out about who they were talking about. Much to her dismay, a group of people still continued to huddle around Monica celebrating as if she just received her promotion all-over again. Although like Darren had mentioned, it would be relief to know if Monica barely made appearance into the workplace and remained with heaps of work in her office. But what was the chances of that? You couldn't get rid of that girl even if you tried.

"So, tea or coffee? And I'll bring it over." Darren asked.

"Tea, please." Claire replied as she made forth to the back of the room to where her cubicle and Darren's sat. Turning on her computer, she flopped onto the chair swinging it around slowly until the appearance of her office crush intruded into her sight. Claire came to a sudden stop feeling her cheeks overwhelm for a spilt second.

"Hey." Jason said.

-"Hey, didn't see you there."

Jason laughed. "I think you were having much fun spinning around in that chair to notice."

Claire nodded. "Yeah, that's me. So...what can I do for you?"

Jason took claim to the end wall of her cubicle leaning against it as he folded his arms over. "Well." He smiled, one that remained infectious to the eyes. "If you perhaps wanted to do something this weekend?"

Claire took longer than necessary to respond, "Do something?"

"Yep. Movies. Or...well movies." He laughed.

"Er-

-"Hope I'm not interrupting anything. Here's your tea, Claire." Darren cut in, notably with intention as he took into the space between them. Claire's eyes daggered at him before returning towards Jason's with soft approach. "Could I get back to you on that?" She asked.

"Sure." He smiled. "See you around." Then gave a slight wave as he headed off.

Ensuring he was well off into the distance, Claire took first blow at Darren, "What was that? I was talking to the guy!"

Darren chuckled. "Sorry. I thought I was helping you out. Usually you're so distant with the guy because you...want so badly to get into his trousers."

Claire scoffed, whacking her hand across his shoulder. "I do not. I'm not sexually frustrated! You jerk!"

Darren couldn't squeeze past how comical it was to see Claire oppose his declarative; her nose flaring out like a bull and the redness crawling onto her skin. "I apologise..." Darren said, pausing for a brief second then added. "Majorly sexually frustrated." Snickering once more despite Claire's shove of hands against his chest.

"Go eat a d-

-"Already have." Darren broke in, smirking with triumph.

"You're unbelievable." Claire sighed.

"Awh, babe. Don't go all grumpy on me. I apologise. Don't worry, big old Jason isn't going to reject you." Darren cooed, propping himself on the end of her desk.

-"Go pest someone else, would you?"

Darren laughed before bringing the cup to his lips. Claire sighed once more then took to taking a sip from her own cup.

"So didn't you message me last night about the hot chance of someone taking interest to your flat?" Darren asked, his hands cupping his mug that sat on his lap. Claire raised her eyebrows glad to hear change of subject. "Yes, some guy. This afternoon I'm meeting him. He...did say this morning." Claire's brow frowned for a spilt second. "Which I thought was strange but then he changed to meet at five which works out for the both of us." She said.

-"What does he sound like?"

Claire instantly felt shivers climb up her back at the recollection of his voice yesterday on the other line. "Erm, okay I guess." She muttered, looking away on purpose to disguise the redness that had probably took claim onto her cheeks.

Darren snorted. "Well, for your sake. Lets hope this guy isn't a creep looking for a good time. You know I would move in with you but I can't leave my apartment. I've got that motherf**king sexy guy next door that I wouldn't be able to miss Friday's night party of ass. I swear his wears those jeans on purpose."

-"Err, Darren? Back to me." Claire spoke, interrupting his reflection on last Friday's episode about the guy in tight jeans exposing his big package that she had heard Darren drown on about many times before.

"Yeah..." Darren said, still far from reality before shaking his head briefly as he continued. "Sorry...Where was I? Oh yeah... And you know I pay good rent. Yours is way too expensive. But how can I complain. You live in those high-scale apartments in the centre of Birmingham." Darren finished.

Claire sighed. "Remind me, why don't you? It seemed like a good idea when I first moved there."

-"Well." Darren said, jumping off the desk to his feet. "If he's one sexy guy then be safe, kids."

"F**k off." Claire spat.

Darren smiled kissing the top of her head before collecting their mugs as he left with laughter following behind him like a little lost puppy. Claire pulled a face, her nose wrinkling as she crossed her arms.

"I'm not sexually frustrated!" She muttered to herself. "I'm not."

~~~

Zack grumbled, his eyes naturally scrunching as daylight blared onto his face. There was a ruffle once more before Kyle's voice broke into the space.

"Morning, sleepy head." Kyle announced, rather too enthusiastically.

Zack moaned shoving his face directly into the pillow although it did nothing with Kyle's voice drowning away in the background. Without no other choice, Zack began to sit up running his hand across his face to allow his eyes adjust to the natural source of light flourishing into room that once was comfortable in darkness.

"Care to explain this?" Kyle said, grasping Zack's attention. He sat up pushing the quilt a little off his legs as he eyes travelled over to Kyle who stood holding a flimsy material between his fingers.

-"This is a woman's."

"No sh*t, Sherlock." Zack scoffed, rubbing his tired eyes soon after. "What you doing here anyway? Last time I remember, I gave you jacksh*t permission to parade into my house anytime you liked."

-"Woah, calm your tits down." Kyle said, dropping the thong onto the bed. "I came to make sure you remember about our deal but looks...like you forgot about that."

Zack shook his head. "No. I didn't. And turn around." He demanded waiting for a brief second as Kyle turned to face the other way. Zack picked up his discarded trousers off the floor pulling them on quickly then grunted to signal he was decent.

-"So you haven't?"

"No. I'm meeting her later. And dude, you never heard of an f**king phone?" Zack sneered.

There was a brief pause as the door from the en-suite opened along with the sound of flushing intruding into the space. An auburn-haired woman exited dressed in his own shirt stopping at the sight of Kyle standing there smiling.

"Should I know something here?" She muttered, her eyes flickering back between Zack and Kyle.

It took a moment to process to what she was implying that Zack shook his head instantly disgusted at her inquiry. "F**k no."

-"Why? You looking for a threesome, darling?" Kyle grinned challengingly.

"Dude. Get downstairs before I f**king punch the crap out of you." Zack spat, his eyes following Kyle who proceeded to exit the room but not without flirtatiously waving towards the woman still standing in the room.

Once alone, Zack turned towards her holding his hand out. "Shirt off. Get changed and lead yourself out." He demanded.

"What? I thought we were going-

-What? Braid each other's hair, paint our toenails and gossip nonsense?" Zack said taking advantage of her brief pause. "Woman, we f**k then you go. I am not for that commitment sh*t. Now go."

Her eyes travelled to his extended hand then she frowned pulling the shirt quickly off her head and throwing it into his hand. Zack watched as she picked up her stuff covering her exposed body with the red dress she had on that night then left with a huff.

It didn't take long before Zack had showered, dressed and met Kyle downstairs who to his disbelief was flirting with the same woman who only giggled as his hand sneaked to squeeze her arse. Zack clapped his hands together startling her a little as she stepped back. His eyes immediately daggered at the pair of them.

"Get the f**k out my house." He spat. "And you." His finger pointing at Kyle whose eyes followed the woman who left quickly out. "F**k you."

"Zack, I don't swing that way, buddy." Kyle chuckled, slapping his hand across Zack's back as he headed over towards the fridge to raid for food.

Zack sighed running his one hand through his hair before allowing it to drop to his side. "You're a dick. Why did I agree to this f**king deal?"

Kyle was in between mouthfuls as he replied. "Because I'm just that good at manipulation. And if...you..." Pausing briefly as he swallowed the mouthful before pointing a baguette stick towards Zack.

-"Dude, stop f**king pointing that at me." Zack said.

Kyle laughed then took out the butter from the fridge as he headed towards the centre counter. "Dude, I kid. But seriously...you're are going to get some of that if you don't win this bet. And I know Trevor is looking forward to that." Kyle winked as he began to butter the bread.

Zack groaned in frustration throwing his hands into the air. It was at this point, Zack concluded Kyle was a complete ass and although he didn't want to think about it, Kyle had point if he didn't win the stupid bet. Was he tipsy, drunk or out of his mind that night that he accepted his challenge?

It was near not off five and around four Zack had completely converted from the comfort of his attire of formal suits to spending on horrid flannels, t-shirts, grungy jeans and joggers that apparently girls digged. As if he thought, scratching the stubble on the end of his chin. In prior to this stupid deal, Zack had informed his parents that if they were to visit on surprise like they always did, then they were to contact him first. Perhaps he should have sorted that earlier considering there had many awkward moments of his parents entering when his maid was off duty and he was in the middle of f**king or reaching climax that it became spoiled when he heard his Mother's joyous tone spreading out in the atmosphere. Thanks Mother he'd think. His brother, Jared was more chilled and didn't display the horrid look like upon his Mother's face when she'd entered that one time, instead Jared would turn, wait until Zack had finished his business then discuss what he came for as if it never happened. His Mother had burrowed herself in redness and refused to speak for a week that time until that event of experience had passed by. But informing his parents this time was do with that if they turn up, they wouldn't question where he was nor blow his cover. Gosh, Zack could only laugh at that. It sounded like he some sort of undercover cop that just trying to win this bet his friend had placed.

Zack swigged back his glass of whiskey then put on the Harrington jacket thankfully a designer brand that he didn't have problem to wear. Again, he couldn't care less on how he sounded; Zack was proud to wear brands and wouldn't go less. Zack had to sigh at the display of his car keys left on the side, he could cry knowing he wouldn't have the joy of taking a smooth ride in his car but taking public transport. The thought ran a chill down his spine.

What was he even doing?

~~~

Claire finished typing her final sentence, sighing with relief at the time knowing it was near to the end of her shift. Darren darted over towards her, grinning ear to ear as he said, "End of the shift, baby girl. Gosh, I could do with a drink."

"I've still got that guy I'm meeting. And I swear if he doesn't take a liking to the apartment then I don't know what I'm going to do. My rent is near to up." Claire sighed as she got to her feet. Turning off her computer, she allowed Darren to help her out holding her peacoat out so she could place her arms through.

"Thanks." She replied, flattening the wrinkles from her coat as she stepped back. Picking up her handbag, she was so relieved to be leaving the office when the sudden approach of the Peter Graves, or rather pervert cause her to stop.

"Claire. I was hoping I could borrow for you a few seconds." He smiled between them both. "Just a second." Claire looked briefly to Darren who nodded waiting for her as she followed Graves around the corner.

Graves smiled once more, chilling to the sight and causing goosebumps all-over her arms. "So, I was hoping you'd meet me Friday after work to discuss about that promotion I know you worked extra hard for." Claire opened her mouth to but in however closed her mouth allowing Graves to continue; it was best not to piss off the department boss. "Will that be okay?" He smiled once again.

Claire nodded. "Course."

"Great." He replied. She was sure she could spot beads of sweat perched on his forehead and the flicker off his tongue as he smiled once again. Claire knew she wanted to get away from him quickly and sighed in relief as he dismissed her.

Darren was ahead at the lifts that she bolted over.

"What he want?" He asked as they entered the lift.

"Meet him Friday about the promotion." Claire shuddered. "I hate...how f**king creepy he is."

-"Darling, I fear for any woman having to meet in confrontation with him."

Claire nodded in response.

Alas as the doors opened to the ground floor, Claire's feet did not want to shift. Was it to do with the fact her heart was hammering against her chest, her knuckles were gradually getting white as she clenched her hands into fists or that evident fear running through her, that made her not want to move? Darren stopped ahead, his eyebrows rising at the action.

-"You coming?"

Claire took a deep breath stepping out of the lift. "I froze."

"It's probably this guy. Inside you're going I need to be f**ked." He laughed, the features of his face straining as he acted to be excited throwing his hands together to intimidate a child on Christmas day.

"I'm serious." Claire frowned. "And you look like you're constipated." She commented.

Darren stopped in accordance to her last comment and pursed his lips as he frowned himself. Claire then couldn't help not to laugh owning the advantage of taking the fun out of her situation and leering it towards him instead.

"Come on before I change my mind and f**king decide to leave off just so I can catch my taxi." Darren said, obviously not liking how Claire took the mickey.

Claire pushed her arm through his resting her head playfully on his shoulder. "Awwh, is my baby not happy?" She cooed.

Darren laughed as they continued forth out of the building onto the street. Her laughter was cut short when her eyes naturally attracted themselves to the most gorgeous man sitting on the wall, hands in his lap texting on his phone. It was when his face lifted that she was sure for a second her heart had fallen from her chest onto the cold, concrete floor. How could she bypass his features? Defined jawline, stubble that she could imagine feeling incredibly soft expecting him to be a man to moisture his face, and then the incredible bulkiness of his shoulders. A broad man, a one goddam sexy broad man. She hated to admit it but even Jason couldn't compete against the mystery guy. Was he new here? Was he waiting for a girlfriend? What floor did she work on? Did Claire know her? All these questions raced around her head wanting so badly to know who he was.

Claire caused Darren to stop when he stood up.

"Claire?" Darren asked, yet his words didn't communicate with her actions as she stood there holding Darren back.

"Motherf**ker." Claire muttered beneath her breath.

-"What?"

"You see that hunk of a guy, don't you?" Claire gasped.

Darren's own eyes took travel towards the mysterious man and he himself couldn't get across what he was seeing. "I do...Dam. He's...f**king....well he's a masterpiece." He gasped, his mouth dropping to the floor.

"You think he's waiting for a girlfriend?" Claire muttered, thankful their obvious staring was camouflaged by the crowd of people passing by.

-"I f**king hope that guy likes dick."

Claire nudged him in the shoulder. "Darren!" She spat.

"What? You've brought my interest into the matter." He objected. Claire couldn't blame him as both their eyes took onto the man ahead. It was only the buzz of her phone that drew her attention back to reality.

"Hang on." Claire said, searching for her phone in her handbag.

"Don't worry love, I'll just be undressing the guy with my eyes." Darren drowned on.

Claire took her phone out entering her password then it took her automatically to messages. Her eyes instantly lit up, her mouth became parched and the evident sweat on her forehead felt to increase. It was a message from the guy but that wasn't the issue. Claire re-read the message once again before turning back to Darren and incessantly whacked his shoulder to grab his devoted attention from the guy.

"What? What?" He grumbled.

"Read." She ordered, shoving the phone into his hands. Darren sighed before looking at the screen until the evident surprise became clear upon his own face. "Sh*t." He muttered.

"Sh*t." Claire reiterated.

"Message him now." Darren said. "If that is so the guy then f**k me."

Claire took her phone in return and began to message Zack Chase who she had added briefly last night to her phone and swears not that she did not put heart emojis after. Claire sent the message, her eyes wearily to the hot stranger ahead waiting for the direct moment he'd might look down to his phone.

Claire didn't even realise she was gripping her hand hard down onto Darren's shoulder until he yelped. "Cla-

His words were cut off short as the stranger took out his phone, his fingers flying across the screen and as she dreaded, her phone vibrated and pinged in response. Now she was f**ked.

Zack received her message stating she was outside too. He couldn't help the trace of smile upon his lips knowing it was mean surprise to put onto her. Zack glanced back onto his phone receiving another message that she added final detail, in that she was wearing a black peacoat and opposite him. Wetting the bottom of his lip, he slipped his phone in the back of jean pocket and pulled the zipper of his coat up. Looking around, his eyes instantly cut through the crowd to spot the mysterious woman of whom would come to share the joy of sharing an apartment with him. Again vain but did he care? No.

Zack slowly began to approach her watching as another male beside her pulled onto her arm with frantic movement. This looked all too easy. To be honest, he was not disappointed in what he saw. Despite the hefty coat covering her body, he could imply that she had a curvy body something that aroused his interest quick. Her facial features were soft with lips very kissable. Indeed an attractive woman which he thanked on Kyle's behalf knowing this would be beneficial to his stay considering he would be able to f**k the living daylight out of this woman. All too easy he thought.

Claire held her breath and only allowed it to escape as he reached in front of them. She became wearily to Darren who stiffened in position beside her as the mystery stranger became no other than Zack Chase; the guy who responded to her advert.

"Miss Winter I presume." He said. Claire couldn't help to run her eyes towards his lips loving every word that left them.

"Yes." She replied. "Zack Chase?"

"Indeed." The trace of a gradual smile forming on his lips. "I apologise if I my arrival was sudden and unexpected. I was around the area and thought it might be easier if I take first steps to introduce myself now." He said, his tone soothing to her ears.

Claire nodded. "No, er. That's fine. Excuse me one moment."

"Of course." Zack smiled, extending his hand out forth. Claire smiled lightly in return and with ease pulled on Darren who was unable to remove his eyes from Zack who stood patiently there. Claire pulled Darren as far as possible up so their conversation could not be heard.

"What am I going to do?" Claire hissed.

Darren snapped out of his trance, shaking his head immediately as he replied. "What do you mean? You f**king go back with the guy!"

"But...look at him! How am I supposed to deal with my mornings now? What if he strolls around naked or...-

Darren pressed his index finger against her lips. "Claire! Calm down! You're hyperventilating! You'll be fine. Darling, you'll be more than fine with that hunk in your house. Jeez, I'm jealous. So f**king snap out of it!" He snapped at the end, gently slapping his fingers on either side of her cheeks.

"Okay, okay. You're right." Claire replied, trying her best to calm her unsettled hammering heart. "Should I-

-"Go. I'll go now. Just walk up to him. That's all you have to do." Darren said.

Claire nodded then felt Darren push her slightly helping her feet continue the act of moving. Looking behind she couldn't even take Darren's reassurance. Yet in a spilt second she was standing before him.

"Hello again, Miss Winter." He said, smirking in triumph.

"Just Claire, please." She replied, lifting her handbag up that had been trailing against the floor because of the inability of her arms to do justice and remain up. Zack nodded and smiled. "Of course. Shall we?"

Claire nodded slowly taking a single brief glance back over to Darren before following the hunk of a man who waited patiently for her to catch up.

Every now and then she found it difficult to catch up with his large strides and would find herself being waited upon by Zack who stopped to allow her catch up. Towards the end of the pavement leading towards the main busy road, Zack stopped and turned to face her. Claire was more bothered how she would approach their next conversation that she completely forgotten he was waiting for her to supply directions back home.

Zack smiled, infecting into her entire attention. "So, where do you live?"

"Oh f**k...I mean. Sorry." Claire blurted, instantly regretting her choice of language.

"Not at all. I consider the use of...it be very appealing." He muttered, his tone husky and having the ability to melt ice cream on a cold day. Claire gulped then began again. "So...err. I catch the bus. I-I...erm if you don't have fare. I can easily buy you a ticket."

"Not at all. I have money." Zack replied.

Claire nodded then pointed her finger towards the direction of the bus stop. "It's this way."

Thankfully they didn't have to wait for the bus which on her behalf she could have celebrated wanting little conversation between then both. Finding the verge to talk to him was getting difficult by the second; she had never had this problem with guys. If she liked a guy, she could be confident at times and just go for it. As for Jason, she just acted distant so it wouldn't be as obvious and to be honest she was still working on figuring him out or rather figuring out how intense her feelings for him are anyway. But with this guy, even though there's no feelings of instant feelings for him or so she thought; it's extremely difficult to know that this man could be her potential roommate.

To Claire's dismay as the bus pulled up outside the stop there was a stretch of bodies standing up on the lower deck of the bus meaning little space for herself and the man beside her. Claire couldn't help to blush at Zack's act of allowing her onto the bus first. Showing her pass she took stance at the front knowing there was no way of passing through and she would have to hold on tight to the handle bar. Instantly she could feel his presence directly beside her, his arm stretched up the higher bar allowing the distinctive smell of his cologne to take intrusion around her nostrils. How was she going to stand this man? He smelled, looked and probably tasted good. Claire shook that last thought. Tasted? Really?

The bus began in movement and instantly her body collided into his. He looked down upon her smiling as she moved back.

"Sorry." She muttered.

"Here. Why don't you stand in front, there's more room here." He offered. Claire hesitated before slowly moving around him. As they turned a sharp corner she regretted her choice to move then, crashing into his hardened chest. Zack caught hold of her steadying her back to her feet and then ensured she did not fall as she continued to move around. Claire let out a release of air as she took hold of the bar. This was getting ridiculous. She was getting hot all-over that even a bucket of water wouldn't cool her down. Her back was towards his front that as the journey carried on, she was sure she could feel the presence of his front resting on her back. Claire couldn't condemn this torture that even the movement of his fingers adjusting to take better grip on the bar above was itching her.

It was at one point when the bus went over a bump that his other single free hand took reflex to situate itself on her right thigh in support of her nearly falling back. Claire cursed under her breath. It was like teasing a hungry animal meat. She was the animal and he was the person waving the meat to tempt her. She couldn't deny either that as his hand rested there for that spilt second that she could feel electricity running through her veins. Claire was thankful even more when her stop came to sight and needed only to make small movement rather than communication that they were here.

Getting off the bus she greeted the air allowing it to take movement onto her heated face.

-"Always packed like that?" The sound of his voice directed her attention towards him. She turned shaking her head. "No, sometimes. We just happened to catch the rush-hour."

"Apologises. I'm gathering you catch earlier to bypass that." He replied. Claire couldn't even deny how she easily became distracted to his fingers running down on his coat zipper. She closed her mouth instantly feeling embarrassed knowing he probably took note to her eyes.

-"No, No. It's fine. Erm, so let me show you the place then."

Her fingers even became quivering as she tried to open the apartment door that she dropped the twice that on third try Zack offered opening the door with no trouble. Claire thanked him dropping her bag on the side then carried on further into the open living room where he followed after shutting the door behind. She tried her best not to look as he took his coat off holding it between his grasp as if unsure what to do.

"You can drop it on the side if you like." Claire offered, feeling ashamed that she hadn't gone into her usual hostess mode.

"Thanks. It's hot in here. Don't you think?" He said, the tease of his smile upon his lips.

Claire nodded unsure how to answer his direct question. "So. Erm. I'll show you around." Claire began moving towards the kitchen where she spoke, and was wearily to keep brief contact on his expression. She wanted him to hate it, really hate it so he wouldn't consider a place like this therefore she wouldn't have to experience living with him. Yet his face showed different, smiling and asking the odd questions.

As she entered the small hallway to the bedrooms, his eyes appeared to light up that he had to ask. "The rooms are opposite one another?"

-"Yes."

"I see. Bathroom?"

"At the end. It's got a shower and small bath." She emphasised on the word small hoping that it would degrade his choice.

"It looks...cosy." He muttered, his eye looking elsewhere before meeting hers. "I'm impressed."

"You are? I mean you like it?" Claire said.

"Yes. How much you say the rent is?"

"The rent is £350 and that pays for your rent. And for food and that...well we could work something out for th-

-"I'll take it." He interrupted.

Claire's eyes opened in astonishment. "You will?"

Zack nodded slowly not once removing his eyes from hers. He could see her trembling, see the infliction he had upon her.

"Erm, so when can you move in? I usually say a week...or-

-"Tonight if that's okay." Zack interrupted once again. He needed to work on his manners, wasn't the boy-next-door supposed to be polite and attentive?

-"Well...I guess. Your stuff?"

Zack grinned. "I travel light."

"Oh...okay. Erm. Well." Claire stuttered looking briefly around until she recalled the contract. "I have a contract for you to sign then. Its...just a small agreement to what we've discussed just so I can...be sure you'll pay and if not...you know?"

Claire watched as the one corner of his lips rose up as he said. "Of course... Fair enough, Miss Winter."

"Claire. Please." She replied as she grabbed hold of the piece of paper passing it over.

"Do you have a pen?" He asked, his eyebrows rising as he continued to smile. Claire nodded grabbing one off the side as she passed it over. As if expected her fingers collided with his and she pulled back instantly.

"Thank you." He said quite patronising.

Claire pressed her lips together then pressed her palms together as she watched him sign his name upon the dotted line. That was it. Officially no going back. He was her roommate. How was she going to cope? Someone tell her how she was going to cope?

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