The clothes lay soaked on the floor.
In the machine, her clothes were being dried. For him, this was the last straw, and it was past time any issues were dealt with. Nobody deserved living with a roommate straight from hell. One that took your clothes out of the dryer and replaced them with their own.
It didn’t matter if she was sexy.
He turned on his heel and stalked out the door slamming it behind him. When he emerged out of the short hallway that led from the garage and laundry room into the main floor of the townhome she was in the kitchen.
Chanel had a shit personality but nothing else about her sucked. Her body was tight and mixed with the kind of assets that could stop traffic. In particular, she had an ass that was set high on her long legs and shaped like an exquisite heart. Long blonde hair pulled into a high ponytail still fell in waves past her shoulder blades. Right now, she was also barely clothed in tiny denim “fuck me” shorts that did a poor job of covering her ass. A tank top cut off near the midriff exposed her lower back.