Chapter Eight
Gray opened the door to his apartment and let Kristie step inside first. He watched her face closely as her gaze flicked around the tiny place he called home. He hadn’t been expecting to bring her here tonight, so the place was disorganized and messy. But Gray hadn’t been planning on f*****g her in the restroom stall either. She showed no surprise at how small the place was. The thumping music they had heard in the parking lot faded and the place was silent. Gray had gotten lucky that all his neighbors on this hallway were seemingly old or non-existent. It was usually very quiet here.
“It’s nice,” Kristie finally said.
Gray laughed. “Don’t pretend.”
Kristie blushed. “It has character.”
“That’s one way to describe it.”
Kristie trailed through the tiny apartment. There wa
