Drew had spent all Tuesday unpacking boxes and getting his items in place. He had crashed early that evening and slept all through the night. Now it was Wednesday morning and he needed some groceries. He only had the half filled bottle of cola he had with him in his car when he arrived. He needed food and coffee and other household goods.
He had looked up everything in the area. There was a supermarket not too far away. He could walk there in about 5 minutes but he had to take the car with everything he had to buy. He put on a pair of army green shorts and a black tee, and exited his house.
He was surprised to see the red haired woman from next door walk up his driveway. More surprised that she was actually smiling. She was beautiful yesterday but she was stunning today with that smile on her face.
"I'm here to apologize," she said.
"It's okay. I like a bitchy mood on Tuesdays," he said.
"Okay, you're entitled to be an ass about it with the way I treated you," she said.
Her smile dropped and he actually felt sorry for saying those words.
"Sorry, that was mean of me. You were saying?" He asked.
"You caught me on a bad day. I had literally just been told my job yesterday was canceled and I had been looking forward to working with that photographer. It's a personal dream of mine to work with him and he only works with the best of the best. When I was told he was gonna shoot me, I was over the moon. I had my dream crushed yesterday. I'm sorry. It's silly and you don't care. I just wanted to apologize. I'm normally not a bitch," she said.
That sounded interesting. Sure, she was beautiful but he hadn't thought she might be a model.
"So you're a model?" He asked.
"Fetish model," she answered.
"That explains the hair which I really dig, by the way," he said. "Fetish model. That's latex, right?"
"Latex, leather, underwear, animal costumes. There's a lot of fetishes out there," she said.
"I would love to see you in leopard print," he bit his lip. "Mmm mmm mmm, sugar. Just saying."
She rolled her eyes but she couldn't stop the smile that appeared on her face. He was happy he made her smile even though his comment had been way out of line. That wasn't even flirting he had aimed for. It was crossing the line on purpose to get a reaction. He had a feeling she could go toe to toe with him if she wanted to.
"Anyway, I got another shoot today so I gotta run," she said.
"Wait!" He quickly said. "I forgive you on one condition."
"What?" She asked.
"Your name," he said.
"Georgina," she said. "Georgina Cheetah."
"Cheetah? Really? So I wasn't far off with the leopard thing?" He grinned.
"Welcome to the neighborhood, cute ass," she said.
He beamed at that comment. She smirked and started backing out of the driveway.
"If you really wanna make it up to me, invite me in for dinner," he said.
"No," she said.
"Coffee?" He asked.
"You're not getting into my house," she said.
"I'll make you a deal," he ran his tongue over his upper lip. "Before the week is over, I'll be inside your house."
"Breaking and entering is a crime," she said.
"Oh no," he chuckled. "You're gonna invite me in and I'll say yes."
She kept the smirk on the face, backed a few more steps, and then turned around to walk away normally.
"Mark my words, sugar!" He yelled after her.
"In your dreams, cute ass!" She yelled back.
"My dreams are not for any prying ears around here but I'll tell you all about them in private if you want!" He yelled.
She waved her hand in the air as she continued walking. He chuckled lowly as he watched her go. He twisted his body and head around, trying to look at his own ass. Cute ass. So she had been studying that part of him when he arrived yesterday. He liked that.