This is a very short little story I wrote a while ago. I know it is not th ebest, and probably full of mistakes and typo's and could be so much extended and improved. But it was written in a night, and was purely for fun. So just enjoy the bath.
It had quite possibly been the longest day of my working life. My boss had thrown a huge hissy fit and it had come down on my head. I had had coffee spilt all over my skirt, my blouse suffered an ink stain from the faulty printer. My feet were killing me and to top it all off I had missed my bus and got soaked in a torrential downpour. Suffice to say I wasn't in the best of moods when I got back to the Victorian house I shared with a friend.
Slinging my handbag and coat towards the coat stand in the hall, I walked through to the kitchen and checked the water heater had come on at its designated time, then checked the post lying on the counter; the electric bill and a letter from my grandmother. Both could damn well wait until after I had had a hot bath.
Climbing the steep stairs, I shrugged off my jacket and tossed it through the doorway of my bedroom as I passed it on the way to the bathroom. Coming to a halt in front of the closed bathroom door, I sighed theatrically and knocked on the polished wood.
"Amanda, I know you like to preen and admire yourself in front of the mirror, but get the hell out of there," I said in a low calm voice.
Bowing my head, I rapped my knuckles sharply on the wood and began to mutter imprecations against my friends life when the door opened. I stared at the overlarge feet under my nose, and then up a little at the decidedly hairy legs and knees.
"You had an operation and not told me?" my mouth asked as I raked my eyes up over the white towel and bare expanse of manly chest to the innocently enquiring gaze of the man that stood a foot taller than me.
"Only an ingrown toenail the other year, but that wasn't much," he answered, the hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Sass, isn't it?"
"Sarah," I answered coldly, the life long loathing of the name Sass uncurling for a moment. "Who the fuck are you?"
"Pete," he said instantly.
"Who the fuck is Pete?!"
"I'm Amanda's cousin," he said with a slight frown. "She said I could stay for a day or two while I got my own place sorted. She said it was alright by you."
"She did?" I asked, and then riffled hazy memories.
"Obviously not," he said on a sigh. "I'm really sorry, I'll get my kit together and go."
"Hang on," I said with a slowly raised hand. "Something about Australia?"
"New Zealand, actually," he said with a relieved sigh. "I've been working down there 12 months. Got back today. Amanda let me in, but she seemed in some kind of rush...?"
"That would be because she was flying out to America tonight!" I said with a slap on the forehead. "I forgot she was going!"
"Long day, huh?" Pete asked as he leaned against the doorjamb, his arms folded loosely across his chest.
