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the time, but the ladies loved the way I was.
    “I’m not being a pig. I’m just stating the facts. Get the first one, Sydney.” I wasn’t a shopper so my time was being tested.
    “All right, fine. It is cute and I think it will go well in my room. Let’s look at sheets.” She walked across the aisle and started looking for the perfect set. “Oh, these are adorable.” She picked up a set that was white with aqua and black polka dots. “I think these will be perfect.”
    “Yeah, they’ll work. What else do you need?” I wanted to get this show on the fucking road. I looked at my watch it was nearing 11 am.
    She gave me a puzzled look. “Am I keeping you, Damien?”
    “No, no worries. I have to be at work in a couple of hours. That’s all.” And she seriously needed to get this little shopping extravaganza under way. If we were actually going to hit the grocery store, then we needed to get a move on.
    “Okay, just checking. I want to get another pillow and some curtains.” She walked out of the aisle and headed toward the pillows with me on her heels like I was Zeus, her damn dog.
    I had never been one to follow a girl around. This shit was for the birds. Normally, chicks followed me around begging me to fuck them. Sydney was a completely different animal for sure.
    She added two king sized down pillows to the cart and headed over to the curtains. Just her fucking luck they had ones that matched her damn girly sheets, but instead, she picked up the black ones.
    Thank fuck.
    I could handle living with this little diva, but I couldn’t handle her going all girly on me—not that I was even allowed in her room. So it was a mystery to me as to why I even cared. She bent over to grab a throw pillow, and I about lost it. My dick twitched in my pants as all of the blood rushed down my body. I rubbed my hand on the back of my neck.
    Holy fucking shit this girl was fucking hot.
    Needing to keep my dick under control, I walked over and grabbed a king sized down pillow for myself.
    “You need pillows, too?” She asked me curiously.
    “Yeah, actually, I do. I got come all over it, and I can’t get the shit out.” Oh, this comment was going to set her off for sure, but I could care fucking less. I was a dude after all, and I would tell it like it was.
    “You’re so disgusting, Damien. Seriously, could you have spared me the damn details? I mean, seriously!” She rolled her eyes at me and then started pushing the cart toward the toiletries.
    She went about her business loading the cart with things she needed and I went to grab a few things I needed. We met back up at the end of the aisle.
    “It’s simple, I just like pussy. Plain and fucking simple. I’m like any other guy. However, maybe the ones you are used to don’t tell you what they are really thinking.”
    “Uh, really!” She rolled the cart passed me and headed for the registers.
    I caught up behind her. “Don’t think for one minute that I wouldn’t like to taste that luscious pussy of yours. You know you could give it up to me as a friendly roommate gesture.”
    She pushed her hand in my chest. “Seriously? Enough, Damien. You are causing my ears to burn. I don’t want to hear any more of this kind of talk. I’m your roommate, for the love of God, not your plaything.”
    Maybe I was doing some reconsidering and going back from my ways. She was fucking smoking with a hot little bod and a fiery personality. She was one fine diva. One day, I would have her in my bed, and she would be my plaything. I knew it would only be a matter of time before she couldn’t resist this hot tattooed bod. Dude, chill the hell out. What are you thinking?
    Perhaps, I should try a different approach with her and chill the fuck out with the sexual comments. I won’t lie, though. My dick kept twitching behind my boxers. Her little fiery attitude drove me wild.
    “So, Syd, you never told me what you do?”
    “It’s Sydney, not Sweets, Babe, or Syd, just Sydney.”