CHAPTER NINE
SYDNEY
Reid f*****g Turner actually toweled me off and dried my hair. Dried my hair! (With a hairdryer and everything.) The man I wanted my whole life (well, almost) is eating out of my palm. How the hell did this happen?
Not that I’m complaining. But I still keep thinking I’m going to wake up from a dream and find out he didn’t really move next door, and I imagined having him tied to my bed earlier.
Boy, would that f*****g suck.
The best part is he isn’t an asshole either. He’s freaking hot, sexy, great in bed, and he’s… nice! So yeah, any moment I’m going to wake up and be disappointed that I’m alone in my bed and the only thing I got f****d with was my trusty vibrator.
Watch it turn out my new neighbor isn’t Reid, it’s some fat, hairy Italian guy who smells like peppe
