Why on earth had I moved here? Oh yeah, my stupid ex-boyfriend had cheated on me. I moved here, to Port Angeless, to get away from the only town I had ever known and to get away from all the sympathetic looks that had been thrown my way ever since Jacob had been found, by me, doing the horizontal tango in the back seat of his Chevy in the parking lot of a club. With Lauren Mallory, no less. That girl could have been an expert on Dancing with the Stars, with how much tango experience she had.
It was a freak accident that I had been in that parking lot in the first place. I had just graduated high school and my friend Angela Webber had somehow convinced me to go clubbing, which was very out of character for her. She said she wanted some excitement, but I think it had something to do with her hearing that Ben Cheney was going to be there. Angela had the hots for Ben.
When we got to the club, I recognized Jakes Chevy and walked over and a sense of dread washed over me when I heard the tell tale signs of dirty, nasty, cringe inducing fucking radiating from inside the truck. With every step I took, I got madder and madder. How dare he have the nerve to screw some chick out in the parking lot, for everyone to see? When I reached the truck, I ripped the door open and grabbed a fistful of blonde weave and yanked to my hearts content until Lauren's bony ass was on the cold concrete and Jake was looking at me, shocked. Needless to say, Jake didn't walk straight for a week after I got done working him over with my stilleto.
Thinking about the whole incident just made me depressed. The little apartment I found in Port Angeles wasn't so bad. A little small maybe, but it wasn't so bad. It was all I could afford considering tge job I had just gotten as a secretary for an interior decorator. I had only been on the job for a few days but I already knew my boss Alice Brandon and I were going to be good friends.
I walked over and looked out the window. I didn't mind being on the third floor of the apartment building because the view at night was really nice. The only thing that really turned me off was that the elevator was sketchy, so everyone used the stairs. This made me nervous because of how clutsy I was.
I was so tired but thankful it was Friday. I hopped in the shower and sighed in relief because the water felt so good against my tired muscles. When the water started to run cold, I unwillingly turned the shower off and stepped into the foggy, tiny bathroom. I slipped on a tiny pink and lace bra and panty set. I used my towel my wipe the mirror of the steam so I could see myself. I saw nothing special there. I had big brown eyes and long brown hair, which is so typical that it was cliche. I had B cup breasts, again typical. My stomach was flat, which I was grateful for, and my booty had been described by some as bootylicious. Overall, not much to brag about. No wonder Jake had cheated on me. I sighed and walked into my bedroom to find some pajamas to put on.
At that moment, I remembered that on my way home from work I stopped and got a carton of ice cream from the store and that when I got home, I put the bag down to search for my keys in my purse. I had left a gallon of iceoutside in the hallway and it was probably completely melted now.
I rushed to my door and flung it open without covering myself because I was at the end of my hall and hadn't seen my neighbor that lives directly across from me and assumed he was either on vacation or just extremely shy. Or possibly a family of monks.
As soon as my door swung open, I realized my mistake. Not only was my neighbor very much at home, he was standing outside his door with his key in the lock, he was staring at me with his mouth agape, and he had to be the most handsome man I'd ever seen.