twenty-one
No sooner had Nya closed her apartment door and taken off her shoes than there was a knock at the door. Unbuttoning the cuffs of her shirt, she sloped across to peek through the hole in her door assuming one of her neighbors had heard her come in and wanted to talk.
Georgie-Boy was desperate for conversation and Ella didn’t have any friends that Nya had seen coming or going.
But neither of those people were standing on the other side of her door tonight. She opened it wearing a curious frown. “Archer, it’s four o’clock in the morning,” she said. “Is this a booty call?”
Nya didn’t mind if that’s what it was although she was exhausted and might not be at her best. She went back into the apartment and left the door open. If he wanted to come in, he could. If he wanted to f**k o
