Chapter Eight
“This is a shithole,” Knife said.
“You don’t have any vision.”
“Vision? You don’t need vision with this kind of shit. Look at it, Sarah. There’s cracks in the walls that clearly shows this place is going to fall the fuck down.”
Sarah couldn’t argue. They had seen two other apartments, and this one was the worst.
“Did you just circle all the shit ones?” Knife asked.
“Thanks a lot. I circled all the ones that I could afford, thank you very much. You’ve been really nice in telling me I’m broke. I know that.” She blew him a raspberry and glanced down at the other five apartments. It was a little after seven, and she was hungry. Sarah had hoped her apartment hunting would have gone a lot better than it actually had. She was right where she had started.
He moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Why don’t we buy one together?”
“I don’t have enough to buy, only to rent, and no, you’re not going to be buying me an apartment.”
“Okay, how about we rent one together?” he asked.
Sarah sighed. There was no way she was going to be able to get a decent place without him. “Fine, we can rent a place together. I’m not going to stop working.”
“Of course not. I’m not made of money. I need you working your sexy ass off.” His hands moved down to cup her ass giving a little growl as he did. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
She leaned back against him as her pussy grew slick.
“Give me the paper,” he said.
Holding up the paper, she saw it was clear no sex was on the cards for tonight. She watched as he opened it up, scanned three pages before settling on a place. “This one.”
She leaned over and saw that apartment was a two bedroom, with a kitchen, bathroom, dining room, and sitting room. There was even a small veranda for her to sit out on. Reading through the quick brief, the building also benefited from a laundry room along with a gym and pool. Sarah liked it, but when she clocked the price, she snorted. “No.”
“We can afford that.”
“You don’t know how much I earn.”
“I know how much I earn, and I know what you were paying for the place you shared with Ralf. This is perfect, and it’s just outside of Sinners’ Corner. It’s the perfect gateway for people of the city to get to work, but to not live at work. This is where we’re going.”
Before she could protest, he was already outside, moving toward his bike. Once again he handed her the helmet, and she growled, stamping her foot. “I don’t want to.”
“You behaving like a child is cute, but it’s not going to get you any cock. You’re not turning me on. I’m not into age play.”
Turning her frown into a smile, she chuckled. “I wasn’t trying to turn you on.” She took the helmet from him. “What’s the plan?”
“We’re going to ride over and check this place out.”
He straddled the bike, and she climbed on behind him, holding onto his waist. She settled her face against his shoulder as he pulled away from the apartment block, making his way toward Sinners’ Corner. She let out her squeal as he picked up speed. Riding at Knife’s back was one of the few pleasures she never wanted to give up.
The ride lasted another thirty minutes, and by the time she climbed off his bike she was horny as fuck. Handing him the helmet, she gasped as he pulled her into his arms. “Are you soaking wet for me?”
“You bet I am.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed her body against him. Being with him was as natural as breathing. “We have nowhere to go.”
“I’ll figure that out. Come on, let’s go and check out the room.”
They went to see the manager, and she was surprised to see that he was expecting her. Knife gave her that knowing look. “I called him this afternoon.”
“You knew none of those places would be good enough?”
“I checked them out while you finished work. You’re going to love this place.” He took the key from the manager, and they moved toward the elevator. “I’ll take it from here, Bill.”