The Early Bird Catches The Worm
The plan was simple: walk in, find the girl from the bar, and get down to business. She’d been a total smoke show—flirty, direct, and just enough of a tease to keep me thinking about her all night. When she sent over her smart home door code with a wink in her text, telling me to "show up whenever" because she was too horny to wait, I thought it was the perfect setup for a wild night. But when the smart lock clicked open and the door swung wide, there was a slight hiccup. The house was quiet, but as I headed toward the stairs to find my prize, everything felt a little different than expected. I walked upstairs, moving through the hallway with that confident, hungry stride, and pushed open the first door in sight. That's when I saw her. She wasn't the girl from the bar—at least, not yet. She was standing there, leaning against the dresser of a sunlit bedroom, looking absolutely breathtaking. She was even hotter than the girl who’d sent me the code: sharper features, an intimidatingly gorgeous gaze, and a body that looked like it was sculpted specifically for trouble. It all clicked in a sudden flash of realization. The girl from the bar had been bragging about her "sexy ass" of a hookup to her roommate all night, setting the stage without realizing she’d just handed me an invitation to the wrong room. This wasn't the girl from the bar; this was the roommate—the one who had heard every single detail about my arrival. The original girl walked into the hallway downstairs a moment later, her footsteps echoing as she realized her "surprise" guest might have taken a wrong turn. But as I stood there in the doorway of the bedroom, looking at the woman who was clearly the real star of this house, there was no second-guessing myself. I’m a fuckboy at heart; when one door opens, you walk through it, but when there's an even better room waiting, you explore. The girl from the bar was the mission, but this roommate? She was the prize. The chemistry between us hit like a physical weight in the quiet of the room. I gave her that slow grin—the one that lets her know exactly why she's been hearing so much about me. She didn't back down; instead, she stepped closer, her eyes locking onto mine. Since I was already here and since we were both clearly hungry for something, it was time to live up to the hype.
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