“Oh,
good morning Karlyn. I thought you were someone else.”
“Sorry to call so early, but I have big problems, and those
problems are your fault.”
“What the hell did I do?”
“I won.” Karlyn was at a loss for words, throwing her hands up
into the air for emphasis, as she had no idea how to explain her situation with
the possibility of the hunk downstairs hearing her. That was one of the only
pitfalls of loft living, few walls, little privacy, but considering she spent
most of her time alone, it had never been a problem until now.
“You won? You won what?” Recognition finally fell over Sam’s
features. “Oh my God, you fucking won the baloney pony? That’s freaking
awesome!”
“NO! It is not awesome.
Did you know said pony boy gets to live here for the next year? At my house ? Possibly
in my bed ? Or that I am in the
deepest of shit right now? I can barely afford to support myself, let alone
some guy who walked in here expecting me to be rich and have this wonderfully
appointed palace. I can’t give him the life he expects. He is evidently used to
being pampered, and he’s a little bit of a jerk. Strike that, a lot of a jerk. The
thought of riding his baloney is not all that appealing at the moment.” Taking
a deep breath, she sunk into the giant bag chair on the floor. “What the hell
am I going to do, Sam?”
“You will be fine . My
friend Miranda’s boss was looking over some of your paintings last night at my
place, and she asked me to contact you about doing a piece for her. A
commissioned piece could really give your career and your pocketbook a shot. I
will get you her number later; I have it around here somewhere.”
“Okay, that may cover one of numerous issues here, but one piece
will not be able to cover all of his expenses, especially since he looks like
the pampered type used to the finer things.” She stood up and walked closer to
the edge for a moment, peering over to see if he was eavesdropping. Inching
back after seeing that he was in a corner inspecting one of her large wall
murals, she lowered her voice anyway. “And he just stated that he expects to
share my bed.”
“Mwarrr, girlie. This was the point of the lottery. To get laid. Repeatedly.
And you sort of have to be in the same bed to get laid. But then again, it
doesn’t necessarily have to be the bed. It could be the couch. Or a chair. Hell,
the bathtub is a personal favorite, but then again the shower…”
Karlyn cut her off before she could ramble further. “This is
serious, Sam. I don’t need a list of where you have had your sexual exploits. Don’t
you see the issue?”
“I guess I don’t. You have the next year to spend with this man
and there are millions of women right now that would kill for this experience. Thousands
spent ten million a ticket to have that chance. I don’t see what’s so wrong
with getting your money’s worth.”
“You…spent…ten…million…dollars? You have got to be friggen
kidding me! There is no way I can accept this now!” Pulling her fingers harshly
through her hair, she felt as if even more pressure was being rested squarely
on her shoulders. “Are you insane? Ten million dollars?”
“Too late, you can’t turn him away. No refunds. No refusals. And
you are worth every cent, especially now since you actually won. He isn’t my
type; I’m not into dicks, so you have got to take him. He’s your present and
for you to refuse would be poor etiquette.”
Karlyn raised an eyebrow. “I’ll remember that the next time I
come over to your place to watch a movie and you burp and fart all night. Etiquette,
my ass. You wouldn’t know etiquette if it came up and bit you.”
“Whatever. And since you are going to be put out thanks to my
gift, maybe you can sell me that gorgeous set of magnolia paintings you just
did.”
“Great, another handout?”
“Heck, no! I have been eyeballing them for the last couple of
weeks, and I think I know the perfect place to hang
good morning Karlyn. I thought you were someone else.”
“Sorry to call so early, but I have big problems, and those
problems are your fault.”
“What the hell did I do?”
“I won.” Karlyn was at a loss for words, throwing her hands up
into the air for emphasis, as she had no idea how to explain her situation with
the possibility of the hunk downstairs hearing her. That was one of the only
pitfalls of loft living, few walls, little privacy, but considering she spent
most of her time alone, it had never been a problem until now.
“You won? You won what?” Recognition finally fell over Sam’s
features. “Oh my God, you fucking won the baloney pony? That’s freaking
awesome!”
“NO! It is not awesome.
Did you know said pony boy gets to live here for the next year? At my house ? Possibly
in my bed ? Or that I am in the
deepest of shit right now? I can barely afford to support myself, let alone
some guy who walked in here expecting me to be rich and have this wonderfully
appointed palace. I can’t give him the life he expects. He is evidently used to
being pampered, and he’s a little bit of a jerk. Strike that, a lot of a jerk. The
thought of riding his baloney is not all that appealing at the moment.” Taking
a deep breath, she sunk into the giant bag chair on the floor. “What the hell
am I going to do, Sam?”
“You will be fine . My
friend Miranda’s boss was looking over some of your paintings last night at my
place, and she asked me to contact you about doing a piece for her. A
commissioned piece could really give your career and your pocketbook a shot. I
will get you her number later; I have it around here somewhere.”
“Okay, that may cover one of numerous issues here, but one piece
will not be able to cover all of his expenses, especially since he looks like
the pampered type used to the finer things.” She stood up and walked closer to
the edge for a moment, peering over to see if he was eavesdropping. Inching
back after seeing that he was in a corner inspecting one of her large wall
murals, she lowered her voice anyway. “And he just stated that he expects to
share my bed.”
“Mwarrr, girlie. This was the point of the lottery. To get laid. Repeatedly.
And you sort of have to be in the same bed to get laid. But then again, it
doesn’t necessarily have to be the bed. It could be the couch. Or a chair. Hell,
the bathtub is a personal favorite, but then again the shower…”
Karlyn cut her off before she could ramble further. “This is
serious, Sam. I don’t need a list of where you have had your sexual exploits. Don’t
you see the issue?”
“I guess I don’t. You have the next year to spend with this man
and there are millions of women right now that would kill for this experience. Thousands
spent ten million a ticket to have that chance. I don’t see what’s so wrong
with getting your money’s worth.”
“You…spent…ten…million…dollars? You have got to be friggen
kidding me! There is no way I can accept this now!” Pulling her fingers harshly
through her hair, she felt as if even more pressure was being rested squarely
on her shoulders. “Are you insane? Ten million dollars?”
“Too late, you can’t turn him away. No refunds. No refusals. And
you are worth every cent, especially now since you actually won. He isn’t my
type; I’m not into dicks, so you have got to take him. He’s your present and
for you to refuse would be poor etiquette.”
Karlyn raised an eyebrow. “I’ll remember that the next time I
come over to your place to watch a movie and you burp and fart all night. Etiquette,
my ass. You wouldn’t know etiquette if it came up and bit you.”
“Whatever. And since you are going to be put out thanks to my
gift, maybe you can sell me that gorgeous set of magnolia paintings you just
did.”
“Great, another handout?”
“Heck, no! I have been eyeballing them for the last couple of
weeks, and I think I know the perfect place to hang
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