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locked my bedroom door. I didn’t know how I did it with a stranger sleeping on my couch, but as soon as I had slipped into my bed and under my comforter, I was asleep.
     
    “Ugh. Fuck!” a grumbled voice sounded from the hallway waking me up. Scaring me is more like it. “Ugh, God! What the fuck?” was followed by a banging noise, sounding like something being hit between the hallway walls. I scrambled out of bed, swung my bedroom door open and charged out in to the hallway, only to be stopped by a man wall. “Where the fuck am I? Who the fuck are you? How the fuck did I get here? Where the fuck is my phone?” He looked at me like he had never seen me before. His hair was a mess and his breath reeked of old stale alcohol.
    “Why good morning to you, too.” I said astonished by his outburst. I took a step back and adjusted my pajama shirt and realized at about the same time Murphy did that I was only wearing a large button down pajama shirt and a pair of boxer shorts.
    “Wait, wait.” He ran his hand through his messy hair only to mess it more. “The holiday thing.” He said almost on a sigh.
    “Yeah, the holiday thing.” I blew out a breath. “You’re in my fucking house. I’m fucking Olive Harper, we met last night at the holiday party. Nice to know I made such a memorable impression.” I sighed as I ran my hand through my own bedhead hair.
    “Olive?” it sounded almost more a question.
    “The fucking car service brought you here. Don’t know where your fucking phone is.” I crossed my arms over my chest and realized that I also wasn’t wearing a bra… ugh. “The fucking bathroom is over there.” I pointed behind him. “While you’re in there, why don’t you wash your fucking mouth out with the bar of soap on the sink.” I moved around him feeling more aggravated than self-conscious of my lack of attire. “I’m making coffee. Get yourself cleaned up then use the phone in the living room to call whomever you have to and get the fuck out of my house.” I stormed to the kitchen and started the coffee. I honestly hoped the coffee was done before he was so I go back to my room and hide until he left. What a dick!
    I heard the water start running and some bumbling around in the bathroom. What the hell is that man doing in there? Is he really going through my cabinets? Seriously, what an asshole!
    “Sorry about earlier.” Murphy startled me when he entered the kitchen. I had my back to the doorway and was so lost in my thoughts and cursing him out that I didn’t hear him leave the bathroom. I know I visibly jumped when he spoke. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”
    “The phone is on the wall there or there is one in the living room is on the table,” I pointed without even looking at him and moved to step around him. “There is coffee. Help yourself before you go.”
    “Look I said I was sorry,” he grabbed the top of my arm. “I drank too much last night and I freaked out when I woke up and didn’t know where the fu… hell I was and with a pounding head to boot.” He rubbed is fingers across his forehead. “Thanks for your help.”
    “Yeah, no problem.” I said dismissively as I turned again and tried to get him to loosen his grip on my arm. “Like I said. Phone is over there and there’s coffee.” I said with a sigh. “If you’ll excuse me.” I glanced down at his hand still on my arm. He winked, yes winked, at me and then released his grip of my arm. I could feel his eyes move over me from my feet all the way up to the back of my head as I turned to walk out of the room.
    “Wow! Nice from front to back.” I heard him mumble. I know that I tried and failed to hide my smile.
    I heard his voice as I quickly moved down the hall to my room. I dressed in a pair of jeans that I knew hugged my hips and lifted my ass just right, and a nice fitted purple sweater that also hugged my body perfectly. I’ll give him a wow and a nice. Then throw his ass out of my house. What a