one of the doorways, and continued on.
Erin took a deep breath before knocking. Jake opened the door with a grin on his face and stepped back.
“Thanks for coming to help out. As you can see, I need some major help.” Jake blushed as he looked away. “Most of this was here when I got here. That’s actually why I chose it.”
Erin studied the room to get some ideas. It was small, about a third of the size of hers, and the couch was worn. The walls were bare, and the wood floor needed a good polishing. She moved on to the kitchen where the drab white cupboards were begging for a repaint. Something that definitely wouldn’t happen before that night. She’d just have to make the rest of the apartment look nice to hide it.
“Your parents are coming when?”
“I won’t see them until our dinner tonight.” He looked over at her sheepishly. “You’re still planning on coming, right?”
“Yes, although I need to check on my parents’ plans. They kind of do their own thing when they come to visit, and I haven’t heard from them since they left last night.” Erin checked her phone again just in case. “But right now I need to get over to see Mr. Smith. I’m not looking forward to admitting I still have this.”
Jake chuckled. “You didn’t tell him over the phone?”
Erin shook her head. “I left a voicemail, but I don’t know if he got it or not.”
Jake grabbed his jacket. “Let’s go. Then we can hit a few of the thrift stores in the area. I mean, if that’s all right with you.”
“There are some great ones around there. And I know of a few closer. We can just decorate around the furniture that’s already here. That way we don’t have to try to find a truck to get it delivered.”
“I’m so glad you said that. I’ve been stressing about it all night.” Jake pulled her into a hug, but let go quickly.
Erin pushed away the desire to keep hugging. They had things to do, and this was a business deal of sorts. Even if she kind of wished it was the real thing.
“Hey, that’s what I’m here for.” She opened the door and stopped when a man stood outside, ready to knock. “Oh, hi.”
“Hi. There you are, Jake.” The man smiled and looked between Erin and Jake.
Jake stepped forward and pulled out his wallet. His face was a bright red. “Hey, Philip. Here it is. I meant to bring it by last night, but didn’t get back until late. Next month will be better. I promise this time.”
Erin wished she could disappear, just so she could avoid Jake’s embarrassment. He wouldn’t look her in the eye as they headed down to the curb to grab a taxi. They climbed in, and Jake stared out the window. She debated saying anything, but when he’d been quiet for a few blocks, she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“Hey. Don’t be embarrassed. We’ve all missed rent once or twice. It’s part of starting out.” She put her hand on his arm, unsure of what else to say.
He put his hand over Erin’s and glanced over, his blue eyes piercing into her. “Yes, well, not everyone has a beautiful woman standing there while they have to pay it.”
Suddenly it was too hot in the car. Erin’s face now burned as she grinned like a dork. She pulled her hand away and cleared her throat. “Well, now you’re a big shot actor, so you can afford a penthouse.”
“I don’t think two commercials will get me there quite yet. But they’ll help.” Jake smiled at her again and looked out the window. He seemed more relaxed than before, which helped Erin relax as well.
Erin paid the driver and they climbed out. She made sure to enter the right door this time, and walked over to the receptionist.
“Hi, I’m Erin Tyler. Mr. Smith is expecting me.” She took a deep breath to calm her nerves. She met with clients all the time, but this wasn’t exactly business.
“Take the elevator to the tenth floor. He’s expecting you.” The receptionist handed her and Jake a badge and went back to her computer.
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