Free BOMBSHELL by Xyla Turner Page A

your neighbor in 3f is missing, you know whose door to knock on,” I said, half teasing.
    They both laughed.
    “Have fun you two,” Mr. Landen chuckled.
    “Shall we?” Trevor asked.
    “Wait, I need to go grab my keys and cell phone. I’ll be right back. What apartment are you in?”
    “I’m in 3b, two doors down,” he pointed towards his door.
    “Okay.”
    I walked back to my apartment, grabbed my keys, cell and quickly sent an email to Elliot telling him I was going to have dinner with a neighbor, along with his name, room number, Mr. Landon’s info and his room number too. When I do unexpected things, I usually tell someone just in case I go missing, at least they will know who to contact. As a single woman in the city, you can never be too careful is my rationale.
    Trevor’s door was propped open for me, so I walked straight in and looked around. His apartment was the same shape as mine, but everything was on the opposite side. My kitchen was on the right, his was on the left. His closet was on the right and mine was on the left. It was like being in the TWILIGHT zone. He had a nice, chocolate leather living room set that looked brand new. I knew it was a reclining set because I had the same one, but it was black. His flat screen was mounted on the wall and it was curved inward. The kitchen was clean and the apartment looked spotless, but also lifeless. There were no pictures hanging up, but several on the floor leaning against the walls. He didn’t have a dining room table, so I wasn’t sure where we would sit. Something flashed on the right side of me, so I jumped and swung around to see what it was.
    “Yeah,” he chuckled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
    “Oh my goodness, you scared the shit out of me.” I exclaimed.
    “My bad.” He continued to snicker lowly.
    I was clutching my chest and breathing deeply. I figured he could tell I was nervous because I didn’t know him and I normally just don’t go to people’s apartments. Well, excluding Joshua’s and that got me in trouble. I couldn’t get in that type of trouble here. That would not be cool. The man was hot, but for some crazy reason I wanted Joshua. For the life of me, I just couldn’t explain the attraction. He was overbearing, bossy, an alpha, probably crazy and drove me wild.
    “Come and sit,” Trevor said as he escorted me to the sofa, where he sat on the end. Great, because I sat on the opposite end and put my food in the middle where he put a lap table to separate us, so we could put our spread on there. He pulled out a salad with grilled chicken and avocado and a water. I pulled out my food and started eating the grill cheese sandwich first.
    “You bought a grilled cheese sandwich? I could have made that for you,” he laughed.
    “You bought a water, I could have poured that for you,” I quickly retorted.
    “Touché, touché,” he smiled. “I needed to meet the $10 minimum.”
    I laughed to myself.
    He picked up the remote and turned on the TV. The game was on, the Redskins were playing the Giants. He went to change the station and I said, “No, you can leave the game on.”
    Out of my peripheral, I saw his head turn towards mine. “What? You’re a fan of football?” he asked.
    “Yeah, I used to play tackle football with the guys in my neighborhood, until I started to develop in certain areas. So I know the game and from time to time, will watch the sport. I hate the Redskins, even though I’m from the District and they are getting crushed yet again, so this is fine.”
    “I think I’m in love.” He looked shocked.
    “Oh my God, calm down. There are plenty of women who like sports.”
    “I haven’t met one. Well, one that I was interested in, until now,” he clarified.
    On that note, I shut up and took another bite of my grilled cheese. This was getting awkward and now I was thinking this was a bad idea. Stupid neighbor, stupid delivery guy, stupid me for putting myself in this position.
    “Soo,” he