Forgotten Stranger

An eerie silence filled the room and the rest of the world stood still. She couldn't move and do anything but to stare into the deep blue eyes of the stranger she faced. It took her seconds to regain her senses; once she had overcome the shock she realized that she was naked, naked in front of the fucking handsome stranger.

Wait, how had she even come here? What the hell had happened?

"You okay? You seem...lost", looking right at her face, his voice calm and with a noticeable American accent.

"Do I look okay? And why the fuck would I be lost, you do realize that I live here, that I own this flat. To be honest I think YOU are the one that is lost here. I mean who is the stranger her that is standing in MY flat, mister?" she exclaims still not completely in realization that she is completely naked.

"As much as I would love to continue this wonderful discussion, I would suggest that maybe you put on some clothes, don't you think so, missy?" smirking at her he turns around, heading towards the kitchen. "Oh by the way, nice boobs missy."

Embarrassed she stumbles into the bathroom, only to find her cheeks glowing with a faint red touch.

Oh damn what had she gotten herself into?

After the suggested addition of clothes to her body she slowly dragged herself to the kitchen, unsure whether she wanted to face the hot stranger again.

"Oh there you are." He smiled at her.

Was that a good sign or was it a bad sign? Why was she so nervous?

"I must say without those clothes you look a lot hotter."

She could already feel her cheeks heating up. Embarrassed the brought her hands up to her face trying to cover up the blush that had crept onto her cheeks.

"You look cute when you blush, you don't have to hide it and there is no point I noticed, didn't I?"

Smirking at her she nearly failed to keep her composure; adjusting her hair and taking a deep breath she calmed down.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked him, nearly failing to not rip of his handsome head.

"You mean right now, I mean I'm sitting on a chair if you haven't noticed, but I'm pretty sure you know that already.."

"No shit..." she interrupted him.

"...as I was trying to explain before I got interrupted so rudely," shooting her a glare as she was about to open her mouth, he continued: "I have a reason for being here missy. Oh what was your name again, I didn't quite catch your name earlier."

"Well maybe that was due to the fact that I didn't tell you, idiot. Who let you in anyway; I don't remember opening the door, especially not for a dickhead like you."

"Are you gonna tell me your name anytime soon, missy?" he replied with a calm voice.

"Are the two of you gonna stop the bickering anytime soon?" A new voice joined the conversation.

"Chloe, oh god you're back I've missed you."

Throwing her arms around her best friend and flat mate, the stranger was completely forgotten for a second.

"There's your answer missy, she was the one that was friendly enough to open the door for me after you slammed the door into my face, about an hour ago." Reminding her that there was still the stranger in her kitchen with the most gorgeous blue eyes she had ever seen, but also the stranger that had seen her completely naked.

God I have a messed up life. Well okay a completely weird life.

Glaring at her best friend she retreated back to the sideboard, before lifting herself up.

"Chloe do you mind explaining why you let a complete stranger into our flat?"

"He's hot?" she replied without a tone of humour laced into her voice.

"Even though I agree with you, that still isn't a valid reason to let in a stranger, I mean he could be a serial killer or even worse a ghost or vampire." She shrieked, but the humour evident in her last words.

"You two ladies haven't forgotten that I am still here? But don't worry missy I won't murder you, I could have done that about half an hour ago, after we bumped into each other in your..., it was your bed room right."

It was clear that she was annoyed, especially with the smirk that was growing on his face. However she managed to hide her embarrassment better than before. Shooting a glare at her best friend that the conversation about her encounter with the stranger was to be held at a different time, she turned towards the stranger that had made himself comfortable on the kitchen table.

And I still don't know his name, not that it is important.

It happened to be that the hot stranger, who went by the name Jack, did have a valid reason to turn up at her flat at 6 o'clock in the morning.