The Unlikely Roomie
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She could be mature about this, Nancy told herself. Hear Ted out. Not shake him until he realized that he loved her and not Fawn, no matter how tempting that was. “What do you need help with, Ted?” She wouldn’t promise anything until she heard what it was.
“We went to Fawn’s place, to fix her tv, you know, because it was broken.” He stared down at his feet.
“Yeah?” Nancy’s nails bit into her palms. That blonde bimbo seduced him, she knew she did. Anne was right, she let Fawn have him. Stupid. Stupid.
“Her room was on fire, Nancy.”
What? Figuratively or literally? “It was burning down?”
“Okay, no, it wasn’t on fire, fire when we got there. The firemen put it out but she can’t sleep there. She has no where to go.”
How convenient but no, that wasn’t nice. No one would burn down her place simply to land a man. “Where is she now?”
“At my place. Nancy…”
There was more. She knew it. “What?” Had Fawn seduced Ted there? Was that what happened?
“I don’t think that’s the best place for her.”
The tension in Nancy’s shoulders eased away. She didn’t think that was the best place for the gorgeous girl either. “She could stay here.” Not a great solution but better than the alternative.
Ted grinned, relief written across his face. “You’d do that?” He pushed away from the desk towards her.
“For you, Ted.” Nancy heard the huskiness in her voice as she stared up at him. “I’d do it for you.”
“Nancy.” And then he was kissing her. His lips firm, his body hard, warm, those hands slipping down her back, pressing against the cotton of her pajamas.
Continue reading March 19th.
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Read more about an older Nancy, Anne’s business partner, in Breach Of Trust, available May 2008
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