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be the longest exercise in fucking self-control that I've ever done. All I want to do with her and that dresser is sit her perfect ass on it while I pay some of that other kind of lip service to those perfect breasts. I've been with some attractive women in my time, but this one is something else.
    "And internet?" She looks me square in the eyes, like she's haggling.
    "There's a library a few blocks over," I say, staring her down just the same. She doesn't flinch or waver, even for a moment.
    "Have you ever had bedbugs?" she asks.
    "Bedbugs?" I smirk. No, but I'd like her in my bed. "No."
    "When is the move-in date?" she asks.
    "It's free immediately," I answer.
    "And the lease term?" she asks.
    "Month to month," I answer.
    "I'll take it," she says, still not breaking eye contact. She's the most cocksure chick I've ever met, at least at that moment.
    "I'll let you know who I decide on," I say.
    Savannah raises an eyebrow in response and turns her head to give Peter, who's neurotically playing with the window lock and checking the mosquito netting, a long, slow look. Then she looks back at me and nods at the pothead, now on his back on the bed, playing with his fingers.
    "Again, I'll take it." She crosses her arms over her chest. I like the balls on this girl. I also like the breasts on this girl, which are only better-presented when her arms crossed over her chest press them up towards the neck of her t-shirt to make space.
    "Alright. Out!" I say, straight at Peter.
    "B-b-b-but—" he says, eyes flicking back and forth from me to Savannah at a crazy speed.
    "The room's no longer available," I say, "You, too." I give the pothead a little help, taking his wrist and hauling him off the bed. I smooth it over with a hand, not doing much to counter the wrinkled sheets, and give it a solid thump.
    "All yours, babe. Get that deposit to me by tonight."
    "My name is Savannah," she says, coolly. "Here is the rent now."
    She hands me a wad of cash, clipped together with a pastel pink, swirl-shaped paperclip, and slides her backpack off of her shoulders and onto the bed.
    What am I getting myself into?
    I show the two losers out and have to admit that I'm happier to be living with her, even though I'm going to need to up my training intensity and take a lot of cold showers, than I would be living with either of them.
    I come back in and pour myself a glass of water. On second thought, I pour her one, too.
    I rap on the half-shut door to her bedroom with my knuckles.
    "Come in!" she calls. I push the door open with my shoulder.
    "Water?" I ask, holding out one of the glasses.
    "Thanks," she says. She takes a small sip and lets out a little sigh. "It's hot out."
    "Yeah, this summer's been brutal. For all the wind we get in Chicago all of the rest of the year, you would think we could manage at least a little breeze when it’s ninety-plus degrees out" I say. "Need any help with moving in your stuff?"
    "No, I'm all set," she says.
    I look around, in case I'm missing something. But no, the only new additions to the room are one hot girl and one backpack. One hot girl, who seemed to immediately regret telling me her real first name, has less stuff than I've seen other girls take to the gym, and is coming from something so bad that living in a dump with a man who's a complete stranger is appealing.
    I wouldn't even have had to have any of my Navy SEAL training or military instinct to know that getting involved with this mysterious girl is asking for trouble.

Chapter Six
    Cooper
    I 'm slamming into the bag harder than usual, each punch trying to push the girl out of my mind. But every time, just like the bag, she comes swinging right back in. Still, it feels good to pound away at something and get some of that energy out. It feels good to exhaust my muscles, though that takes a solid amount of work considering that I am at pretty much peak fitness. There's something calming about the slow exhaustion spreading through my body as I dart around the