"I don't know how this happened," the landlord said to Christina and Robbie as the three were squeezed in his tiny cramped office.

"How the fuck did you let this happen?" Robbie demanded.

"Mr. Kay, please don't swear." The landlord said. "I got my kids in the next room, they don't have school today."

"How," Robbie said coldly, his green eyes blazing. "the HELL did you let this happen? I'm not saying anything here those kids hadn't heard at home a hundred fucking times."

"Mr. Kay, come on."

"That is my apartment, goddammit!" Robbie said. "I had it first."

"But I rented it." Christina insisted, holding up a copy of her lease. "I have the contract right here. I paid the deposit and everything."

"I understand, Ms. Gray."

"As did I." Robbie said.

"I know, I know," the landlord nodded. "My bad. Our apartments are so awesome we've been renting every hour."

"So what are you going to do about this?" Robbie asked. "You're putting her in another place, right?"

"Well aren't you the gentleman." Christina snapped at him. "Thanks so much for offering to give up the apartment."

"Sweetheart," Robbie said. "It's nothing personal and yes, I would offer, but unfortunately for you I'm already moved in. It would be a total pain in my ass to move my shit out now. So move her someplace else."

"Oh sorry," the landlord said. "We're booked solid. Nothing is available."

Robbie noticed that Christina was looking a little desperate. He began to feel sorry for her.

"Seriously?" She asked. "So what am I supposed to do?"

Robbie ducked his head. He hoped she wouldn't cry. He was beginning to feel like a grade A douchebag. But it wasn't his fault this screw up happened. It was the landlord, he should feel like shit.

The landlord seemed to be thinking. "I have an idea."

Robbie and Christina leaned forward eagerly.

"Why don't you two share the place?"

There was a long pause. "Excuse me?" They said.

"Well you two seem to get along, I guess, why not share a place?" the landlord said. "It's two bedrooms so you have your own space."

The couple looked at each other suspiciously.

"You will have to share a bathroom, kitchen and living room though." the landlord continued.

"What about the high ass rent?" Robbie said. "Do we get to share that too?"

"Yes you can split the rent, it's only fair."

Robbie couldn't argue with that. He'll only have to pay half in rent. Sweet. He looked at Christina. Poor girl looked shocked.

"So that's my only option?" she asked. "I don't have a choice?"

"There really isn't any," the landlord said. "Unless one of you moves out of the building altogether."

The couple was quiet on the elevator ride back to the apartment. Robbie was a little pissed about the situation. What kind of idiot landlord would let someone else rent an apartment that was already taken? He wondered if he should sue.

Then there was the sharing of the place. Having someone in his place was seriously going to put a cramp in his lifestyle. When he first got the place he had huge plans. He was going to throw a wild housewarming party, then later he would get one of his girls and have sex in every room of the place. He was really looking forward to that.

Robbie snuck a look at his new roomie. Christina wasn't a bad looking girl. In fact she was kinda hot, and totally doable.

He studied her. She had long blond hair that framed her face, large expressive eyes that seemed to change colors. Her cleavage could be seen in her snug black dress. Very nice and full, just the way he liked them.

Then his eyes moved to her full sensuous lips, wondering how they would feel wrapped around his. . .

"Are you mad?" Christina suddenly asked, bringing Robbie out of his dirty thoughts.

"What? No, no I'm not mad." He saw her accusing look. He hoped she didn't know what he was thinking. He reached down and adjusted the bulge in his pants.

"Are you sure?" Christina asked. "You could have fooled me with all that cussing you did back there."

Robbie stared back at her. "I hate poor service. It really pisses me off, totally unacceptable."

"You could have just said that without the profanity."

"Gets my point across."

The elevator opened and they walked into their apartment. Christina looked around.  On the right was a spacious well furnished living room.  Everything was black and white.   Further down was the kitchen with a small dining table as well as a dining counter.  On the left were three doors, the outer two were closed.  She could see that the one in the middle was the bathroom.  She guessed the other rooms were the bedrooms.

They stood awkwardly in the living room.

"So," Christina pointed at the closed doors. "Which room is mine?"

"Uh, you can take the bedroom on the right," Robbie pointed. "Just give me a minute to clear out my stuff."

Robbie rushed into the spare room and quickly grabbed up a pair of pink furry handcuffs, a bottle of massage oil and threw them in a bag. What a shame. He had planned on turning this room into his own little playroom.

"Robbie?"

He jumped, about to put a large whip into the bag. He hid it behind his bag but just his luck she saw it anyway. Shit! How embarrassing was this? Already he could feel himself turning red. Shit!

"What is that?" Christina pointed, looking a little scared.

Robbie shrugged. "Okay, I'm not like that Fifty Shades guy. I like to have my fun, so don't judge."

"Do I need to worry about anything?" Christina hovered in the doorway, eyeing him warily."I hope you don't plan on using that junk on me. I can kick a guy in the groin in two seconds flat."

"Oh you can relax, love," Robbie scoffed as he gathered his things. "I'm not a rapist or serial killer. If you must know, I like my women willing and conscious. Preferably wanting me with all their minds, bodies and souls, if you know what I mean."

They stared at each other for a while. Then she broke the gaze.

"Okay, good to know." Christina gave a nervous laugh.

Robbie moved past her. "The room's all yours. There's fresh sheets in there. If you want fresh air just crack open the window."

"Wait," Christina said. "Shouldn't we talk about the rules for the place?"

Robbie sighed. He could really use a drink. "Yeah, if you can manage to keep your bras and pantyhose off the shower rod in the bathroom, I think that would be fucking great."

Christina gave him a dirty look. "Well if you can stop cussing at me for five minutes, I think that'd be fucking great!"

With that she took her bags and went into her room, slamming the door.

Robbie stared after her.

Well damn.

This girl had fire.

He liked fire.

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