Siren’s Mistake Part 2
“What was that?” His slightly deep yet heavily accented voice shook her out of her trance.
“Oh, ummm. I meant that as in the boxes. One looks torn.” I was sure my face had turned bright red. I couldn’t breathe. The moment happened again. I was too careless. What was it about this guy who drew me to look into his eyes? I didn’t dare look up from the boxes, but I couldn’t help myself. When I did, he had a sideways smile. Did he know?
“Sure, sha. Whatever you say.” He chuckled again. “Would you mind helping me move my things up to my apartment?”
Before I could think better of it, my damn mouth betrayed me. “Of course. I can help.” Damn it.
I picked up what I could and took the rest. We climbed the stairs one at a time to make sure we didn’t drop the boxes again. Wait… why were we taking the stairs? I was too out of breath to ask and didn’t want him to know. He looked like he worked out, and I didn’t. Five floors later, he headed down a hallway. Oh, no. Five floors? Crap on a cracker.
Alarms went off in my head to abort mission, but how could I? Leaving his boxes here would be a dick move for sure. I didn’t want to be that person.
We finally made it to his door. Luckily, it was on the opposite end as mine. I set the boxes down just beside his apartment entrance. “Here you go. I need to get home. I have a lot to do.”
His hand reached out to mine and gently grasped it. “Come on, Sha. You carried my boxes all this way. Let me at least get you something to drink.”
That word and that accent sent more chills over my skin and not in a bad way. “It’s ok. Just doing the neighborly thing. I really do have to run.” What a cop out. Before he could respond, I was walking away. His voice was still singing in my head. Was that a Cajun accent? It sure sounded like it. And what the hell does Sha mean anyway? This was bad. This was really bad. He lived in my apartment complex. How do you avoid someone who lives down the hall from you?
I made it to my door and unlocked it before looking back. He was leaning against his door frame. His arms crossed over that broad chest, and the same crooked smile plastered on his face. Great! Now he knows which apartment is mine. Why didn’t I go downstairs or something? I am such an idiot.
As if to prove my point, I bumped into my door without opening it. I didn’t dare look back to see if he was laughing. This was way too embarrassing. I always kept my cool. Turning the nob, I entered my home and quickly shut the door behind me. In seconds, I had all the bolts locked. I sunk to the floor, wondering what I was going to do about this mess.
