Charity's Warrior by Maya James Page B
Authors: Maya James
Tags: Romance, Contemporary, Contemporary Romance, romantic suspense, Erotic Romance, warrior, erotic suspense, suspenseful romance
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information out there. For the rest of our time, we spent it getting to know each other, to learn how each of us works. We are a great fit.
There are pictures of Mrs. Fillmore and their kids placed all over his office, and he speaks of them easily. His wife is very pretty, actually a bit out of his league, but he had obviously sold himself well. The kids, young teenagers both of them, were a good mix of their parent’s best features.
I did turn down his offer for lunch, but that was only because I have to run to Justin's building, hopefully soon to be my building, and sign the lease papers if everything looks right. John understood, completely, and we made plans instead for tomorrow that we are both looking forward to.
At noon, I left for the apartment, quickly hailing a cab and reaching the building in less than fifteen minutes, even with the traffic. I called the number Justin had given me for the management office. They were expecting me, and a short, troll’ish woman came right out to greet me in the lobby with a wide, toothy grin and an envelope of papers tucked under her wing.
"Hello, Charity, it's a pleasure. I'm Jenny," she said in a voice that was pleasant and deceivingly different than her appearance.
"Hello, Jenny," I replied, as if I hadn't been a little stunned at the contrast, and shook her hand.
"Why don't we go up and see it first," she said, turning to lead me to the elevator.
I marched along behind her, impressed at the speed of her legs in her grey Calvin Klein pant suit. She hit the up button, and the right-side elevator immediately opened.
As the door closed us in, she asks, "How do you know Mr. Collins?"
"He rescued me from an attack," I answered, trying to keep it simple.
"Oh my," she said. "Were you hurt?"
"Mostly just my confidence and pride, thanks to Justin," I said.
Jenny led me out into and down the hall as she whipped a tiny key ring out of her pocket. She jabbed one of the keys into a door lock and twisted it, pushing into the apartment. Following her in, I see that the space is an exact duplicate of Justin's. I spent the next few minutes checking the bathroom and kitchen, and when everything seemed clean, I told her I wanted it. There was no point in wasting any more time pretending I didn't already know the layout.
Jenny flopped the papers onto the kitchen counter with a smile and whipped out a pen. "I'm glad," she said, "let's make this apartment yours."
After signing the forms, I made her even happier by paying the deposit in cash. Jenny gave me a receipt on the spot.
"When can I get the keys and move in," I asked.
She tossed me the keys. "It's yours as of now," she said happily. "Usually we wait for the check deposit to clear, but we don't have to do that here, so you're all set. It's already been cleaned and painted. Move in when you like, between seven AM and ten PM for the bigger items so that the other tenants are not disturbed."
Okay, I have a job, and an apartment. I want to scream! The shopping will commence immediately!
John, and many of the people at the office, hadn't gotten back from lunch yet, so I checked my emails and tasks, confirming nothing was waiting for me, and I went online. Of course I did the same thing everyone does when they're starting out—Ikea.
Admittedly, it was not my first time on the site, and I already had my favorites picked out. In less than twenty minutes I had checked out with bedroom, kitchen and living room furniture set for delivery in four days. Three more nights at the hotel, unless I decided that my blankets would be enough to sleep on until the bed arrived.
There was going to be some serious shopping every night for the rest of the week. Tonight is definitely going to be blankets and towels; I'm so excited about the bed.
Yellow flashing light caught my eye. I opened the instant message and began to type. "Good afternoon, JP. How are u 2day," I sent in response to his "Hey" that was waiting for me in the window.
"Not 2 bad,"
There are pictures of Mrs. Fillmore and their kids placed all over his office, and he speaks of them easily. His wife is very pretty, actually a bit out of his league, but he had obviously sold himself well. The kids, young teenagers both of them, were a good mix of their parent’s best features.
I did turn down his offer for lunch, but that was only because I have to run to Justin's building, hopefully soon to be my building, and sign the lease papers if everything looks right. John understood, completely, and we made plans instead for tomorrow that we are both looking forward to.
At noon, I left for the apartment, quickly hailing a cab and reaching the building in less than fifteen minutes, even with the traffic. I called the number Justin had given me for the management office. They were expecting me, and a short, troll’ish woman came right out to greet me in the lobby with a wide, toothy grin and an envelope of papers tucked under her wing.
"Hello, Charity, it's a pleasure. I'm Jenny," she said in a voice that was pleasant and deceivingly different than her appearance.
"Hello, Jenny," I replied, as if I hadn't been a little stunned at the contrast, and shook her hand.
"Why don't we go up and see it first," she said, turning to lead me to the elevator.
I marched along behind her, impressed at the speed of her legs in her grey Calvin Klein pant suit. She hit the up button, and the right-side elevator immediately opened.
As the door closed us in, she asks, "How do you know Mr. Collins?"
"He rescued me from an attack," I answered, trying to keep it simple.
"Oh my," she said. "Were you hurt?"
"Mostly just my confidence and pride, thanks to Justin," I said.
Jenny led me out into and down the hall as she whipped a tiny key ring out of her pocket. She jabbed one of the keys into a door lock and twisted it, pushing into the apartment. Following her in, I see that the space is an exact duplicate of Justin's. I spent the next few minutes checking the bathroom and kitchen, and when everything seemed clean, I told her I wanted it. There was no point in wasting any more time pretending I didn't already know the layout.
Jenny flopped the papers onto the kitchen counter with a smile and whipped out a pen. "I'm glad," she said, "let's make this apartment yours."
After signing the forms, I made her even happier by paying the deposit in cash. Jenny gave me a receipt on the spot.
"When can I get the keys and move in," I asked.
She tossed me the keys. "It's yours as of now," she said happily. "Usually we wait for the check deposit to clear, but we don't have to do that here, so you're all set. It's already been cleaned and painted. Move in when you like, between seven AM and ten PM for the bigger items so that the other tenants are not disturbed."
Okay, I have a job, and an apartment. I want to scream! The shopping will commence immediately!
John, and many of the people at the office, hadn't gotten back from lunch yet, so I checked my emails and tasks, confirming nothing was waiting for me, and I went online. Of course I did the same thing everyone does when they're starting out—Ikea.
Admittedly, it was not my first time on the site, and I already had my favorites picked out. In less than twenty minutes I had checked out with bedroom, kitchen and living room furniture set for delivery in four days. Three more nights at the hotel, unless I decided that my blankets would be enough to sleep on until the bed arrived.
There was going to be some serious shopping every night for the rest of the week. Tonight is definitely going to be blankets and towels; I'm so excited about the bed.
Yellow flashing light caught my eye. I opened the instant message and began to type. "Good afternoon, JP. How are u 2day," I sent in response to his "Hey" that was waiting for me in the window.
"Not 2 bad,"
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