SIREN’S MISTAKE PART 4
It had been a very long day. Three cars came in with major engine issues, so it was night by the time Andy walked into the lobby of her apartment complex. Several women chatted next to the wall of mail boxes. They were friends of hers. They usually went for drinks every Friday night. Too bad it was only Monday.
“Hey ladies. How’s it goin’?”
“Oh, hey Andy! Looks like you had a rough day.” That was Rosie. She was the rowdy one of our group.
“Yeah it was. I am gonna go soak in my tub with a very large glass of whiskey.” Andy started to hit the button on the elevator but paused. “Hey, Rosie, Michelle. What do you think of that new guy? The one who moved in on my floor.”
“What new guy?” Michelle quirked up one well manicured eye brow.
“I think his name is Zagan. He’s cute and has an accent.” Crap, she just called him cute. They are gonna never let her live that down. Andy never expressed what she thought of a guy’s looks.
Rosie caught the slip up. “Cute, huh? You think he is cute? Now I gotta see this guy. What apartment number?”
“I don’t remember. I’ll have to look when I pass it by in a bit.” Now she pressed the button. When the doors whooshed open, Andy waved goodbye and went in.
On her floor, she stepped out, turning to her apartment. Making sure she didn’t forget, Andy counted the door numbers. “310… 311… 312… 313…” When she got to his, there wasn’t a number on his door. “Hmmm. Must be a maintenance thing.” She kept going to the next door. “314? Wait… what?” Andy back peddled to his door and the one before it. “The hell?” How could there be a door between 313 and 314? That just wasn’t possible.
Andy heard the unmistakable sound of locks clicking open from the other side of his door. Her heart beat in her chest, and panic fogged her brain. She would look like a stalker if he caught her right here by his door.
As quietly as she could, Andy ran the rest of the way to her door. Fumbling for the keys, like a noob on a movie, her door was finally open. She closed it quickly but accidentally slammed it shut. The locks slid in place easily. Her breath couldn’t seem to fill her lungs. The thumping of each heartbeat felt like its last.
When she finally had her composure back, Andy dropped her backpack and headed to the living room. A loud knock on the door caused her to jump a foot off the ground and squeal like a school girl. That only made the knocking become louder.
From the other side, his voice boomed. “Andy? Are you ok? Andy? Open the door. I heard you scream.”
Well, hell. Now she had to open the damn door. With a groan, Andy walked back to it and unlocked each bolt. The door swished open. His panic filled face met hers. “Andy! Are you unharmed? I thought I heard you pass by my apartment and was going talk to you, but then your door slammed. I was worried so I came to see if you were fine. Then you screamed. What is wrong?” His words came out in a rush of almost unidentifiable accent.
“It was more of a squeak than a scream, really.” Andy tried humor to calm him down. It seemed to work a little. His eyes roamed over her body, causing her to blush. “Hey, eyes up here.”
Zagan seemed to understand the situation and blushed as well. “I am sorry. I did not mean to offend you. I was simply worried about your well-being.”
How could she be angry with that. This man. He was gonna be the death of her. “It’s ok. I just had a rough day.”
“Would you care to discuss this day with me?” His dark eyes lit up under locks of black hair.
“Why the hell not.” Andy stepped back to give him room to enter. “Come on in.” She sure hoped she didn’t have any under things laying around.
