The Vipers Temptation | Completed

Chapter 1 - First Meeting

*Warning*

This book is rated mature for a reason. If lots of swearing, tons of violence, and explicit sex scenes between two consensual adults bother you. In that case, this is not the story for you.

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Do these stairs ever end? I wonder. They seem much longer than two floors when carrying up box after box by yourself.

"Finally," I huff as I reach the landing outside my neighbor's apartments. It's just the two of us on this floor.

I carry the last freaking box over the threshold and want to weep in victory, then remember I must lock the car. My shoulders sag in defeat, "One more trip, then it's sitting on the couch."

Apparently, there was another box hidden under one of the seats. The torture does not end. Thankfully, it's a smaller one. I'm hit with loud music before I can reach the top of the stairs, and when I look through the banisters, I almost fall back down.

What in the...

In my neighbor's doorway, doing pull-ups with absolutely no shirt on, is the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life. The firm, muscular arms, the broad, thick chest, and an abdomen to die for. I think I'm drooling. And... I'm going to hell. I thought they didn't make men like this outside of movies or the military. Or women's dreams.

I have been staring way too long. Shit. There are better ways to start off with my new neighbor.

"Do you need help?" I hide my face behind the box and cringe. He definitely noticed me staring. Even his voice was sexy, and I needed to stop.

"Hi," I squeak, lifting my head above the box. "I'm good. These stairs are a lot longer than one might think." Great, now I sound like a lunatic.

"Here, let me," Without waiting for a response, he grabs the box and walks towards my apartment. Even the way his ass moves is lethal. I need to stop. This man does not deserve to be ogled like some man candy. I keep my eyes up and stare at his beautiful, tanned back, and the way his muscles move from holding the box. Okay, then, keep your eyes on the floor. I can do that-ow.

"Are you okay?" I can hear the amusement in his voice as I rub my nose to ease the sting from slamming into his back.

"Yeah, sorry, I didn't realize you stopped," I mutter sheepishly.

"You'll need to open your apartment."

"Right, of course. Makes total sense." I rush to do that and almost run into him again. "Sorry...again." I can't tell if his smiles are him laughing at me or if he finds me funny.

The door swings open, and I walk in first, so I don't get distracted again.

"Where do you want me to put it?"

"Next to the couch is fine. Thank you for the help."

"Did you carry all these up by yourself?"

"Yeah."

"No wonder you're so out of it." His half smile shows he's teasing me but also that he's not running out of my apartment.

"Would you like some water? That's pretty much all I have right now. I just need to get some glasses." I look around at the boxes. Which one is labeled kitchen.

My neighbor sighs deeply. "You're so nice," he says, "like it's a bad thing. It would be so much easier if you weren't."

"I'm confused," I mutter.

"Of course you are. Listen, I'm giving you three weeks to find a new place and move in. Got it?"

"What happened to the nice neighbor who helped me bring in my box?"