on deck; a. judge

2.

The one thing I hated about this duplex was the fact that the hot water was on one system. I had to be to work in an hour and a half and the hot water was being consumed by tall boy downstairs.

I make my way down to his bathroom. I don't think he realized his new housemate had to be at her new job soon.

"Aaron!" I pound my fist on the door, starting to grow impatient.

I can hear the shower stop, Aaron laughing to himself before the door unlocks and he stands there, looking at me. He was buck naked, water dripping down his bare body.

"Jesus Christ, Aaron," I say as I look up at the ceiling to avoid looking at what he's packing.

"Oh, shit, sorry," Aaron said with a shrug and devilish smirk, "Forgot to put a towel on before answering the door."

As he walks away, I just shake my head. But my eyes can't help but to admire his good looking ass as he walks to his room. My friends were right, he did have a cute butt. I shake it off, walking back up to my portion of the duplex and got in the shower and taking no more than ten minutes, compared to the twenty-five Aaron spent.

I wrap myself in a towel and briefly towel dry my hair before brushing my teeth and hair and walked down to the kitchen. Aaron is sitting at the island on a bar stool, eating a bowl of cereal as he scrolls through his phone, staring intently at it.

"Damn, Ellie." He teased, "Day two and you're already trying to fuck?" He smirks, his eyes wandering up and down my towel covered body.

"In your dreams, Judge." I say, grabbing an apple and a bottle of water.

"Then cover up, fuck. Got me all heated in here."

I shrug. "That's what happens when you have a housemate. If I want to walk around in a towel, or in nothing? I will." I spit back before retreating upstairs.

"I wouldn't have a problem with that!" He calls out.

Before I could get back to my room, I feel a tight grip on my hips, turning me around and I'm backed against the wall.

"Can I help you?" I narrow my eyes at Aaron, really ready to just punch him in the throat.

"You can't be walking around here, looking like that and expect me not to say anything..." Aaron bites his lip, eyeing me up and down again. "I would love to take you downstairs and show you a little appreciation."

I laugh, putting a hand on his chest. "As much as that'll make your dick happy? I already established that this was a housemates situation. Not a friends with benefits situation. Now, if you'll excuse me? I have to get ready for work."

He lets go of my waist, chuckling. "I'll get you to change your mind, Davis." He says before walking down the stairs, leaving me to finally get ready.

Was I living with a professional baseball player? Or certified frat boy?

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I finish curling the ends of my hair before slipping an outfit on and took another glance in the mirror. I was ready for my first day, and thank god Aaron had already left to go to practice. I had enough with his shenanigans.

I walked downstairs where I wouldn't be catcalled and made myself a lunch to bring to work. I had no idea what was going to come my way for my first day.

As I decided to look around the place a little more now that Aaron was gone, I saw a shelf near his television, displaying some fine pieces of hardware. His Silver Sluggers, Defensive Player of the Year, he must've been really proud of them to be displaying them in his-, our place.

By the time I get home from work, it's nearly seven. The day felt like it dragged on as I stared at my laptop all day, entering numbers, watching videos, listening to interviews, responding to emails, the whole nine yards. I did have my own desk space there, which made me feel a little professional.

Aaron wasn't home yet, and frankly I didn't really care where he was at this point. I wasn't all for being catcalled and flirted with, and I was totally okay with being home alone. I looked in the fridge, noticing I needed to go grocery shopping.

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It was around midnight when Aaron returned and I heard the obnoxious noises coming from below; He definitely had brought a girl home. Great. I had an early morning and the last thing I wanted to hear was my housemate get it in with some chick he'd probably forget about by the morning.

Once she left, the silence was probably my favorite thing I heard all night. It was nice to just hear the sound of my fan buzzing in my room as the duplex finally was quiet.

I wake up the next morning around five, knowing this would be the time I could get in the shower before Aaron would get up for his morning work out. I start the shower, turning my music on low as a step of respect for him as he slept. I hum along to the music, drowning out everything else that was going on and focus on myself.

Just as I allow myself to relax in my shower, I heard the door click open. I didn't think to lock my door as I was upstairs and Aaron was still sleeping, there was no way he was going to wake up at this time.

"Aaron, what are you doing? Get out!" I say, poking my head out of my shower. "What the fuck?" I ask as he's rummaging through the cabinets, obviously looking for something.

"I left one of my package of razors up here. I need to shave before going to the gym. We're housemates, we share shit, get used to it."

I just roll my eyes. "Get all your shit and get out. This isn't going to be a regular thing where you can waltz your way upstairs whenever you feel like. Remember who's paying for half the rent here."

Aaron chuckles, grabbing the towels I had brought into the bathroom with me and shrugged, my eyes widen as he just laughs again and walks out of the bathroom.

"Aaron!" I exclaim, huffing as I looked around for a towel, grabbing the one I placed on the floor and wrapped it around myself before marching downstairs.

I bang on his door, and he opens it with that stupid smile on his face. He stands there in his sweats, and I just cross my arms over my chest, looking up at him.

"You're a fucking jerk, give me my towels back." I spit out.

"No manners? Wow."

"Aaron, I swear to fucking god.."

"Okay, feisty, damn." The towels were on top of his wardrobe and he knew damn well I was too short to grab them.

"You gotta grab them, but I also gotta shower, so I might just take them for myself." Aaron says, looking at me.

"You know I can't reach those!" I look at the top of the wardrobe, then back up at him. "That's not fair!"

"Aw, poor baby," He fakes sympathy towards me.

I huff and push him at his chest. He didn't even move an inch and just laughed at me as I looked up at the towels again.

"Little shorty." Aaron laughs, grabbing the towels. "You want these?"

"Thought I made that crystal clear when I came in here," I tell him.

He rose an eyebrow. "How about a quickie? Then you can have the towel to clean yourself off."

"You're fucking disgusting." I roll my eyes. "Whatever, I'll use a dirty towel from my room." I walk out of his bedroom back to the stairs that led up to my portion of the duplex.

"You say I'm disgusting but like I said, I'll change your mind about that." He says as I walk up the stairs. "And that towel is a little too short for you, I told you to cover up."

"I would've been able to if you didn't steal my fucking towels!" I yell back at him. When I get back upstairs, I slam the door shut and close my eyes, taking a deep breath.

Why did I actually entertain that offer in my head?