How It All Started
A knock sounded at the door before a young guy entered after being given permission to.
The woman sitting in a rolling chair at an oak desk looked up and smiled. "Morning, Mr. Miles," she politely greeted.
"Morning to you, too, Ms. Cyndi," Miles greeted back, smiling. "Sorry I'm late. Got caught in traffic," he explained, chuckling nervously.
The woman shook her head. "It's fine. Please, have a seat." She waited until he sat down, folding both arms in front of her before continuing. "What can I help you with?"
Desmond heaved a breath. "Well…it's sort of a long story," he began slowly, cautiously choosing his words while simultaneously darting his eyes back and forth from her blue eyes to the little amount of cleavage from the top of the blouse.
"Go on…" Cyndi urged patiently.
Desmond sunk back a little in his seat, trying to make himself comfortable. "I have two 'brothers' who are currently moving down here to America, but they don't have a place to stay, you see." He paused for a moment, scratching his head as the woman listened intently. "So, I offered them to stay at my place, um, apartment. And I wanted to see they can be approved of being settling in."
Nodding her head in understanding, she asked, "Can you tell me more about your brothers?"
"They come from overseas but from different homelands."
"Uh huh."
"One's from Masyaf, Syria while the other's from Florence, Italy."
"Interesting," Cyndi said in amusement, leaning back. "So, you're not brothers by birth." It was more of a question than a statement.
"Um…" Desmond gazed up at the ceiling, trying to put into good words for her. "Not really," he started slowly, gesturing with his hand. "They are blood brothers, but…in another way, even though they are family to me, of course."
Cyndi blinked. "I see."
"Yeah…" he trailed with uneasiness, sighing again. "It's hard to explain."
The lady shook her head whilst crossing her arms. "It's okay. I think I get what you're saying."
Desmond relaxed his shoulders at hearing this.
"You do know that the apartments only have two rooms and not three?" she mentioned.
"Yeah. They can share with each other…if you, you know…But it's okay if you…disagree with the idea."
Cyndi said nothing, staring down with a slight scowl as she pondered silently as her foot subconsciously tapped the marble floor. Desmond could do nothing, but sit there and wait for her answer. He knew the requirements and responsibilities for having more than one person on the lease to your own apartment. Yet he mentally hoped she would let them house with him, knowing this woman was strict on certain things and took things almost seriously. That may be so, but at least she's got nice breasts.
Her eyes shot over to his brown ones, making him stiffen and thinking that she might have heard his thoughts. Luckily, she did not. The landlady stood up from her chair and turned to walk over to the file cabinet across the room. He watched her every move as she rummaged through various folders, eyes trailing over every curve of her being until they stopped on her rear. His brows rose. Huh. Small but nice ass.
Desmond quickly straightened up his posture as she closed the drawer and walked back over to him. Withdrawing a sheet, she placed it in front of him and grabbed a pen from her cup to write with for him.
Realization etched his features. "Wait. You're gonna let them stay?"
Cyndi placed a hand on her hip and sighed. "Yes for the fact that I can't stand to deny of others lending those they care about a helping hand, especially those who are considered family." She softly smiled then pointed to the bottom of the paper. "Sign their names on the lease, and you'll be done."
He smiled warmly at her. "Whew! Thank you."
"By the way, where are they?"
"Waiting outside for me," he answered, reaching to pick up the pen. "I'll go get them t-"
"No, it's fine," Cyndi interrupted.
"You can hear them, can't you?" he questioned in a bland manner.
Well enough, outside of the door they can hear two different accented voices, bickering in hushed voices. They obviously were eavesdropping in on the conversation.
Desmond groaned and deadpanned. "Those two just can't mind their own business."
"Some brothers you have," she chuckled, attention turned towards the door.
"You can say that again." He then finished signing the lease paper. "It's sad to admit that I have to sign both of their names for them."
She looked at him, confused. "Why?"
"Because one writes mostly in Italian, and the one writes sloppily, but can't even write to save his damn life," he exaggerated, shamefully shaking his head.
"Hm."
Desmond stood up from his chair, preparing to leave not before thanking said girl again for everything she had done for him. Without thinking, he embraced her small form in a tight hug, catching her off guard and looking dumbfounded. A grin appeared on his face mentally at the feel of her body. Hey, this feels good. After letting her go, he strolled across the room and exited to the office. Then, everything was back to being quiet again.
Cyndi cleared her throat while fixing her suit and called out, "Desmond."
The door opened a little enough for Desmond to peek his head through, "Yeah?"
Cyndi snarled coldly, "I knew you were staring at me and feeling me up. Do that again, I will castrate more than your pathetic, little balls."
Gulping, he half shouted, half whimpered, "S-S-Sorry!" then quickly left.
Greetings, readers! Sorry this isn't the best, but this was the only way I could think of how to start. And just for future reference, if you spot any errors of any sort, please be a doll and let me know. Thank you, have a great day, and enjoy your time reading. :)