CHAPTER EIGHT — DAVID
What the hell am I gonna do with this woman?
I keep walking through the bar until I'm out of her eyesight, and then I turn to my phone. I'm texting my brother, trying to get some advice. I normally make these types of decisions myself, but he's a lawyer, and I think there could be some liability involved here, so I want a second opinion.
Has she done anything?
My brother's latest text reads.
Well, kind of, I reply.
Be specific.
Well, she's pretty flirty, and she brought this guy home the other week.
He was a total jackass, pounding on the ceiling.
The next day she puked, and I made her clean it up.
She wasn't wearing much. That wasn't my motivation, but I was annoyed with her.
And then… long story short, but she's been cleaning my house, and she decided to show up to clean today in a fucking maid costume.
Like a Playboy-style sexy Halloween maid costume.
Wait, my brother replies. Why was she cleaning your place?
I was going to evict her because of all the issues. In addition to what I already mentioned with rent etc, she's been vaping.
Okay…why didn't you evict her? my brother replies.
She tugged on my heartstrings, I reply. Said she was in the middle of finals… said she would do anything, and then she offered to clean for me. I agreed. And then she showed up today dressed like a stripper. It's all a game to her.
Okay, my brother replies. That is a bit much. But she still didn't do anything? Kiss you or anything like that?
No, I reply.
You said you brought her to a bar, right? Why would you do that?
You're right, I reply. I shouldn't have.
I just wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine.
Actually, it's not just that… one of the neighbours was gawking at her earlier today.
Mr. Johnson. Because she was doing my yard work dressed like a teenage wet dream.
So I'm trying to look out for her, too. Teach her a lesson so she doesn't get into dangerous situations in the future. Because she will, given enough time.
Also, when I asked her about her outfit later and why she wore it… she played dumb. She said she had no idea what I was talking about. So I called her bluff and said if she thought she was dressed appropriately, then she wouldn't mind going to a bar.
And where did you bring her? my brother asks.
The biker bar.
You need to leave now, he replies.
He keeps typing. Another message pops up.
And honestly, you should just evict her. Girls like that are more trouble than they're worth. Trust me. You just better hope that she doesn't try anything and sue you.
Sue me? I reply.
She could probably make a case for sexual harassment.
What??? I reply.
I'm not saying it would be right, I'm just saying she could try. And there's a chance she could win.
There's a big age difference between you two. You're the landlord. Power dynamics etc. You know how it is. I'm telling you, this girl is trouble. Get her out now. Even though you probably don't have great grounds for evicting her, that's what I would do if I was in your shoes.
Okay, thanks, I reply, and slip my phone back in my pocket.
"Fuck," I groan.
How did everything get so complicated so quick?
And, well, I hate to admit it, part of me also feels bad.
I mean, I just told Stephanie that she wouldn't have to leave, and now I'm going to what…
just go back on my word? It doesn't feel right to do that, but my brother's advice has never led me astray.
He knows what he's talking about. The smart thing would be to listen to him.
If he says I should evict her, I probably should.
It's going to be tough though. I feel terrible already.
I start walking back to the table and I get a glimpse of her from afar. I notice my cock begin to pulse as I get closer to her.
Fuck. Her face comes into focus, and I'm again struck by how perfect she is.
In addition to feeling bad about kicking her out, I have to say, I'm also gonna miss seeing her beautiful little face and perky ass every day. I don't think I've been this sexually attracted to a woman in, hell, maybe a decade.
Maybe ever.
But there's things that are more important in life than sex. I have to do the smart thing here.
Even if it kills me.