Drawn Read Free

in future. It will save you getting unwanted visitors.” 
    “You were definitely wanted,” he says watching me intently.
    Shaking my head, I ignore the clenching of my insides as my body responds to him. Instead, I call him a jerk and step out into the hall way. Closing the door quietly, I take a moment to calm myself down before looking at the doors around me, quickly locating number nine on the other side, almost diagonal from this door.
    As I step away, I jump slightly when the music starts up again in the room behind me. I can’t believe that guy just took me into his apartment when he knew I wasn’t here to see him. To what? Teach me a lesson about self-defence? I don’t care how sculpted-from-marble-by-the-hands-of-the-gods you may look – who the fuck does that?
    I walk towards the correct door, pray that my face isn’t too red and knock. I’m immediately greeted by another Adonis and almost gasp at the sight of him as well. What the hell is this? The secret hiding place for all of the god’s love children? I’m wondering if I knock on every door I’ll find a model like creature living inside. 
    “Jeremy is it?” I ask, double checking this time.
    He grins, his blue eyes almost getting lost in his perfect smile. “That’s right, come on in. Aaron’s just hunting for his keys,” he grins, stepping aside to let me in.
    I can’t help but notice the stark contrast in the state of the two apartments. This one is basically a mirror image of the one across the hall, but as you’d expect for the home of two single men – it’s not the tidiest place in the world.
    “I’ll be right out,” I hear Aaron call from the bedroom.
    Jeremy moves some papers, books and clothing from one of the couches and gestures for me to sit down.
    “Geez, you’re a tall one,” he comments, looking me up and down.
    “So I’m told,” I respond, smiling politely.
    “You know, I used to think I was a pretty decent height. I mean, I’m almost six foot, but then I moved up here. Is there something in the water supply or something?”
    “Who knows,” I shrug before attempting to steer the conversation away from my six foot, one height. “Where were you living before?”
    “I’m from Victoria. Grew up on Phillip Island,” he nods.
    “So you’re a bit of a surfer then?”
    “Not really,” he laughs.
    “Found them!” Aaron declares from the doorway to his room, holding his keys up triumphantly. “Hey Etta, thanks for waiting,” he smiles moving over to the couch and planting a kiss on the side of my cheek. His stubble grazes my skin as he brushes past.
    “No problem. Are your ready to go though? We ’ll have a few places to look at.”
    “Absolutely. I just need my wallet…”
    ***
    Twenty minutes later, Aaron has located his wallet and we’re saying goodbye to the real Jeremy. As we walk down the hallway, I try my hardest to keep my eyes from str aying to the door at number six – what is that guy’s game anyway? Why not just tell me I had the wrong room?
    “What’s going on?” Aaron asks me, looking over his shoulder. “You seem a bit skittish.”
    “Oh it’s nothing. I just had a bit of an altercation with your neighbour over there.”
    “Who, Damien?”
    “I don’t know his name. I just knocked on the wrong door at first because his number was upside down.”
    He rolls his eyes and shakes his head slightly. “Doesn’t surprise me. That guy’s a grade A fuckwit in my books. He’s some kind of artist and has girls streaming in and out of there all the time. He’s the kind of guy that gives the rest of us a bad name.” Shaking his head, he runs his hand through his sun streaked blond hair then abruptly pauses, tapping on his pockets before exclaiming, “Oh shit. I left my phone on the charger. Meet me downstairs in the car?” he says, as he passes me his keys.
    Rolling my eyes at his absent mindedness, I can’t help but smile as I take the keys from him. Knowing Aaron, he’ll be another