The Trouble with Black Series - Dangerous women

5 TAYLA

I head up to my apartment, in a rare state of euphoric rapture and ecstasy; I rest my head back on the cold metal panel wall of the elevator. As I drink in all the joy I can before tomorrow comes and Tristan becomes a distant daydream of the day before. I know this feeling won't last, Tristan is a one of a kind around here, in fact he is probably not even from around here, and its likely won't run into him again.

"Where the hell have you been? Do you know what time it is?" I was welcomed by a very irritated roommate, her arms crossed and she taps her expensive Jimmy Choo's on the wooden floor. Jorja was already dressed, well, covered as much as possible for Jorja O'Brian standards. She really shouldn't bother getting dressed in the mornings.

"What time is it?" I said as my good mood declines and about to be shattered into fragments.

"It's almost nine thirty, you haven't answered my question, where the hell have you been? I have been sitting here thinking the worst!" she raised her voice fervidly; I know she cares, which is why she is raising her voice and lecturing me like I'm a teenage girl. Despite knowing that she cares, the loving lecturing still irritates me and makes me feel dreadful that I am irritated by her considerate compassionate for me.

"Shit! We're going to be late" I moan disappointed that I allowed time to run away. I close the door behind me and headed straight for the bathroom.

"Tayla, Talk to me, please!" she begged, I saunter pass her and I close the door leaving it a jar and urgently begin taking off my clothes.

Fully naked and about to step into the shower and the door swings open almost violently, Jorja enters her eyes blazing with unknown fear and pique. "Jorja what are you doing" I yell outrage by her intrusion, I never felt so vulnerable, standing here trying to cover up the rest of my tattered dignity, I scramble for something to obscure my nudity. Nothing useful is in reach and I result to using my arms and hands as a shield.

"We are not leaving this bathroom till you tell me what is going on with you" Jorja vociferates. She isn't amused, and I have no choice but to tell her everything. I back up and lift my aching legs into the shower, careful not to expose my delicate privacy. I close the door and turn on the shower and begin to wash. "I mean it Tayla, just tell me" she bellows. The next thing I knew the door opens and I am again on display.

"OK, OK, can you please close the door so I can have some privacy? Please" I announce my displeasure; "I do not wish to be a mannequin in a shop window, so Jorja for god sake close the door".

"No way, I'm leaving it open, you're not going to escape from me Tayla Sheppard so spill it. Now!" she yells dissatisfied. Frustrated, I realise I had no choice but to be compelled against my will. I continue to shower naked and divulge the details or wait to tell her in a less personal atmosphere. Something catches her eyes and she diverts her eyes downwards "Is that a bruise?" Jorja hastily walks towards me, bends down and pokes her pointy fingers into the flesh of my wet thigh.

"Ouch, Jorja, what are you doing?" I howl from the soreness, and bat her hand away like a pesky fly.

"I could ask you the same question, two mornings in a row you come home covered in bruises, what have you been up too?" she roars with concern. I roll my eyes bored with being lectured; after all I am not longer a child, or even a teenager for that matter.

I wash off the remainder of the shower gel and exit the shower promptly, grabbing a towel from the rack; I wrap it around me rapidly and vacate the bathroom towards the safe haven of my bedroom. Surely Jorja wouldn't follow me there, but if she can violate my privacy in the bathroom I am certain she will have no problem in doing it again.