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damn chipmunk at us then said, “You ready? We got a plus one?”
I looked between the two exotic women. Bloody hell, I'm only human, why am I being punished like this? To stop myself from drooling like a tosser, I said quickly, “Yes. Paya Doshi, this is Mei Hammond. My umm...”
Paya cocked a sculpted brow and prompted with humor in her voice, “Friend? Girlfriend? Butter for your bread?”
Mei snorted and said, “Yes, that last one.” They were two evil teasing bints.
Paya held out her hand and paused looking at Mei's empty sleeve. Then before Mei could get her left hand awkwardly into her hand, Paya grabbed the end of the empty sleeve and shook it, to my horror. “Pleased to meet you, Mei.”
To my surprise, a small smile started to grow on Mei's lips and she inclined her head at Paya. “A pleasure to meet you as well.” Then added, “You're an odd duck aren't you?”
Paya made cute duck lips then said, “Quack quack, now let's get a move on ladies. Kacy's new flat awaits somewhere in the city.”
I snagged my bag and we headed out and I locked the door behind us. Mei cutely thrust her right hip out to me and I snagged her belt loop. We all grinned and made our way down to Paya's black SUV with tinted windows. It looked to be something government agents or the Men in Black would drive. But it still seemed to fit the little woman to a T.
We slid into the back seat and Paya didn't say a word though she had an evil, wicked gleam in her eyes. She looked at her pad then said, “The two studio apartments are in Paddington since you said you wanted to stay near Central London. The first one is on Portchester, the second on Queensway.”
Then we were off. Paya made pleasant conversation as I tugged playfully on Mei's belt loop. Our legs were touching since she chose to sit in the middle seat instead of on the other side from me. Then we pulled up in front of an old apartment block. You could see some of the brown and tan bricks of the building had been replaced in years gone past after damage from the Blitz in the great war. I mentally gave Hitler my middle finger. There were so many buildings just like this throughout the heart of London. Some repairs were seamless, some they just repaired with whatever materials were readily available.
She spoke as we walked up two flights of stairs to the third floor. I swallowed at that, thinking about my drum kit. A woman was waiting on the third floor in a smart business suit. She glanced at her watch and smiled at our Indian Brit guide, “Miss Doshi, punctual as always.”
Paya transformed into a no-nonsense business woman before my very eyes as the women spoke abut the studio with each other while the woman unlocked a door. Paya turned to us. “Kacy Green, Mei Hammond. This is Mrs. Smythe, she is the superintendent here at the Tennison as well as various other buildings contracted with Slingshot.” We exchanged greetings and she showed us around the little, furnished, single room studio.
Then she motioned to the two doors on the side. “The right one is a walk in closet with a decent amount of room for storage.” Then she motioned toward the other door. “As per the requirements of the Slingshot Program of the Flotilla Project, a private bath. It is small, but you would still have the use of the shared facilities on each floor as well.”
I pulled Mei over to the window. I sort of didn't want to let go of her belt loop, it was starting to feel natural to me. The flat had a view of... the backside of another apartment block. Oh well. I asked the dreaded question. “Is there a storage room for tenants on the ground floor?” The woman shook her head. We took another look around the small space, which was about the same size as my cabin. Though it did have a little more counter space in the kitchenette.
We shook Mrs. Smythe's hand and Paya informed her we would let her know
I looked between the two exotic women. Bloody hell, I'm only human, why am I being punished like this? To stop myself from drooling like a tosser, I said quickly, “Yes. Paya Doshi, this is Mei Hammond. My umm...”
Paya cocked a sculpted brow and prompted with humor in her voice, “Friend? Girlfriend? Butter for your bread?”
Mei snorted and said, “Yes, that last one.” They were two evil teasing bints.
Paya held out her hand and paused looking at Mei's empty sleeve. Then before Mei could get her left hand awkwardly into her hand, Paya grabbed the end of the empty sleeve and shook it, to my horror. “Pleased to meet you, Mei.”
To my surprise, a small smile started to grow on Mei's lips and she inclined her head at Paya. “A pleasure to meet you as well.” Then added, “You're an odd duck aren't you?”
Paya made cute duck lips then said, “Quack quack, now let's get a move on ladies. Kacy's new flat awaits somewhere in the city.”
I snagged my bag and we headed out and I locked the door behind us. Mei cutely thrust her right hip out to me and I snagged her belt loop. We all grinned and made our way down to Paya's black SUV with tinted windows. It looked to be something government agents or the Men in Black would drive. But it still seemed to fit the little woman to a T.
We slid into the back seat and Paya didn't say a word though she had an evil, wicked gleam in her eyes. She looked at her pad then said, “The two studio apartments are in Paddington since you said you wanted to stay near Central London. The first one is on Portchester, the second on Queensway.”
Then we were off. Paya made pleasant conversation as I tugged playfully on Mei's belt loop. Our legs were touching since she chose to sit in the middle seat instead of on the other side from me. Then we pulled up in front of an old apartment block. You could see some of the brown and tan bricks of the building had been replaced in years gone past after damage from the Blitz in the great war. I mentally gave Hitler my middle finger. There were so many buildings just like this throughout the heart of London. Some repairs were seamless, some they just repaired with whatever materials were readily available.
She spoke as we walked up two flights of stairs to the third floor. I swallowed at that, thinking about my drum kit. A woman was waiting on the third floor in a smart business suit. She glanced at her watch and smiled at our Indian Brit guide, “Miss Doshi, punctual as always.”
Paya transformed into a no-nonsense business woman before my very eyes as the women spoke abut the studio with each other while the woman unlocked a door. Paya turned to us. “Kacy Green, Mei Hammond. This is Mrs. Smythe, she is the superintendent here at the Tennison as well as various other buildings contracted with Slingshot.” We exchanged greetings and she showed us around the little, furnished, single room studio.
Then she motioned to the two doors on the side. “The right one is a walk in closet with a decent amount of room for storage.” Then she motioned toward the other door. “As per the requirements of the Slingshot Program of the Flotilla Project, a private bath. It is small, but you would still have the use of the shared facilities on each floor as well.”
I pulled Mei over to the window. I sort of didn't want to let go of her belt loop, it was starting to feel natural to me. The flat had a view of... the backside of another apartment block. Oh well. I asked the dreaded question. “Is there a storage room for tenants on the ground floor?” The woman shook her head. We took another look around the small space, which was about the same size as my cabin. Though it did have a little more counter space in the kitchenette.
We shook Mrs. Smythe's hand and Paya informed her we would let her know
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