"Jeremy spends the last night of the weekend finishing an article he needs to submit to his editor first thing Monday morning. When someone knocks on his door, he's tempted to ignore it but answers anyway, only to find a sexy delivery guy outside with something hot and ready in his hands.
Too bad Jeremy didn't order the pizza -- it belongs to his neighbors.
Still, he's pleasantly surprised when the delivery guy returns to give Jeremy his number. Paul gets off work in a half hour, and wants to hook up, if Jeremy's interested.
Suddenly Jeremy's evening just got a hell of a lot better."
Out for Delivery By J.M. Snyder It’s quarter to eleven Sunday night when someone knocks on my apartment door. I’m awake and online, trying to eke out another three hundred words on an article I’ve been struggling with all day, and the last thing I need is an interruption. This piece needs to be on my editor’s desk first thing Monday morning or it won’t make the deadline for next week’s issue of Style. Who the hell could be bothering me at this hour? I’m tempted not to answer. But I’m the only guy living upstairs—the apartment across the hall from mine houses a quartet of giggling college girls who think it’s cute their neighbor is young and gay, and the other two apartments are rented by elderly women who frequently ask me to change light bulbs or hook up their DVD players. It’s the tho