Damaged Goods

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

            Annabelle

It has been two months since Ryan moved in and he was proving to be just the right roommate. He kept to himself, didn’t bother me when I was in my studio and if he wasn’t going to be there for dinner he let me know so that way I didn’t make extra. We weren’t always around each other but when we were it helped that he was so easy to look at. I tried to keep myself from looking for about a week but who was I kidding. He was the sexiest guy I had ever seen and that Texas accent just did things to me that I didn’t understand. I only heard little of it since we didn’t talk much but I was positive I could listen to it without ever being bored. I was glad he wasn’t even trying to penetrate my wall because if he was I’d give him a grappling hook to climb over. Ryan didn’t seem interested which is probably why I was so willing to let him in. I know damn well if he was really trying to get to know me we’d be Scrat and the acorn from “Ice Age”. The closer he got the harder I’d be to reach.

School was going well. Some of my classes were tough but it was nothing I couldn’t handle. My dance class was grueling but it was what I needed if I wanted to ace my recital final next semester. It would make my resume look good for my studio. I couldn’t just own a studio and say that I knew how to dance and could teach peoples children to do the same. I had to have accomplishments and skills to back it up. With school starting back up I hadn’t got the chance to go out and fulfill my womanly urges. I was getting them more often with Ryan around and I was so curious about what was under his shirt but he never took it off. I even tried to catch him coming out of the bathroom after a shower but even then he still had on a shirt. At least he never covered his arms up. Tonight I was getting dressed up and going out to the catch me a man. I stood in my closet and finally decided to go with this white mini strapless dress I had bought myself for my birthday this year and a pair of black red bottom stilettos.

After I got dressed and did my hair and makeup I headed downstairs. “Ryan are you down here?” I called going down the stairs. I came around the corner and found him at the table with his headphones in and sketching. When he noticed me his eyes went wide and he smiled. I tried not to smile back but he had this gorgeous smile with dimples that made me want to melt right here in my heels.

“H-hi.” He stuttered. I like to think that he did that because of the way I was dressed.

“Hi. I just wanted to let you know I’m going out and I’ll be home late so If you here any noise in the middle of the night it’s just me.” When I said that his smile faded and it confused me so I started my way toward the door.

“You mean to tell me you’re going out like that?” He sounded almost angry and I didn’t understand why.

“Yes I am. Is there a problem?”

“N-no  just, can I come too? I haven’t got the chance to visit the club scene around here and I heard it’s great.” There was that stutter again. I wasn’t sure me walking into the club with a guy like him would help my chances finding a guy. Then again I would like to see him dressed up for the club.

“Umm sure you can come. Can you be ready in 15 minutes?”

“I can be ready in 10.”

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Seeing Ryan dressed up in club attire was just as good as I thought it was going to be. He wore black dress pants and a lavender colored long sleeve button up that was rolled up to his elbows. His hair was slick and styled into a pompadour and he had a diamond stud earring in one ear. I was about to start drooling when he cleared his throat and chuckled.