Page 3 of My Anchor (Trio Series 1)

“Thanks for the ride,” I tell him hopping out of the jeep. I'm halfway to our building when he calls out my name. I turn around to find him right in front of me. Shit he is fast.

“Give me your number.” Not a question, a demand I really don't do alpha well.

“Bossy aren't we? Why do you want my number?” Obvious I know, I'm just being a shit.

“Call you. Maybe find out if I can get you to scream even louder.” Fuck.

“I… I… n…no.” And he has me stuttering. Walk away, must walk away I mentally tell myself turning to get away from him.

“Shit, I'm sorry.” He lightly grabs my arm to stop me. “I'm just fucking with you. Look I know I'm an ass. I don't normally ask out my roommate’s chicks. You're just… Can I take you out sometime?” He really is too damn pretty to say no to. So I give him my number.

“I’ll pick you up around noon today wear a swimming suit.”

“Today? You don't waste any time do you?”

“Not when I see something I like I don't. I’ll be back in a few be ready.” He says then takes off to his Jeep. What a weird morning.

“Well, there she is,” Shana says when I walk through the door. “So how was it? Did he rock your world?” she asks in a mocking voice.

“No complaints. I’ve had better, though. Got a date tonight so don't wait up.” I yell out and duck off to the bathroom to avoid their response. We don't have anything planned so really there shouldn't be a problem. Well, shouldn't be. I strip off my clothes and get into the shower scrubbing off the night before only to put it back on right after I get out. Maybe I don't cake on the mask too much today but it’s there none the less. Making my way back to my room I run into Cristal. “Date? With the guy you were with last night?” Here come the questions.

“Um no, not him, his roommate?” I say it as a question because really it is a little weird.

“Roommate? Seriously? Linn what the hell?” That’s Shana.

“Yes seriously. He asked me out and I said yes. No big deal.” I open my door and leave it open, this conversation isn't over I'm sure.

“What kind of guy asks out his roommate’s hook up? Eww, maybe he does it all the time.” Cristal this time.

“I don't know guys. He asked. I said yes no big deal. We are going swimming or something.” No big deal.

“Swimming?” Shana laughs.

“Yeah swimming.”

“You don't swim!” They both say at the same time.

“Well maybe I will today you never know.” I defend myself. I really am not much of a swimmer. It’s not that I'm scared of water it’s just not my favorite thing to do. Ever. But I do have a very sexy bikini. For sunbathing. So it really doesn't cover much. It’s black. Simple. I put it on throw on a pair of shorts and a loose hot pink tank top. I grab a hair tie and put it around my wrist then start French braiding my hair so it drapes over my shoulder. Tying it off at the end

“I can’t believe you are bailing on us again. It’s dirty Sunday and you have already broken so many rules it’s not even funny. And it is the first one here. We need to christen the apartment, together!” Cristal says bringing up our Sunday ritual. Every Sunday, after a Saturday night out, we laze around together nursing our hangovers. Bloodies, Grey's reruns, and number one rule no showering. If you shower you are not allowed to participate. Hence the name ‘Dirty Sunday’.

“I went and bought clamato and vodka. And I have pickles.” She says the last in a sing-song voice. I do love pickles in my bloodies.

“Nope she showered. She gets none. Rule number one. Guess we get to swoon over Mc Steamy by ourselves today Cris.” Shana says and heads to the kitchen. “Have fun swimming.”

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