The lady and the tramp

Closed for HottieKatie

Manhattan, New York

Cal Devlin had only lived in the apartment for two weeks. It was by far the finest and most luxurious place he had ever lived in. He wasn't yet used to having the money to live like this. He was a writer of detective novels. Had only released three books so far. The third was by far the most popular. His publisher was positive that his new book would be even better. She had been all excited after she had read the draft of the new novel.

Cal sat at his computer in the bedroom and tried to bring his characters to life. He never had that problem with his former books. In this one his main character John Mills had met a woman. It was this woman he had problem with. Jean Powell was not that easy to get to know. Cal tap his fingertips on the keyboard as he try to think.

After a frustrated sigh he get up and pour himself a glass of Jack Daniels. He had a writers block he admitted to himself. He walk over to his cd-player and press play. The loud tunes of Aerosmith's Crazy coming from the speakers. Cal close his eyes and let the music flow over him. He get along well with his neighbours. Most of them at least. Only one that he didn't mind annoying. The woman that lived in the apartment opposite his own. He couldn't deny that she was classy and sexy as hell. Maybe that was why he enjoyed to tick her off so much. She was also very uptight and probably came from a rich family. The only thing he knew about her was that she did not like him to play his music this loud. From what he had heard she was more into classical pieces.

One of his recent pleasured had been to turn up the volume when he heard her come home. Especially when she brought that obnoxious guy of hers home with her. Cal was not sure who the man was. Looked like the lawyer type. Self righteous and boring.

He was feeling a frustration he hadn't known in quite a while. This writing block was annoying as hell. As he had already received some money for the book, he felt the pressure to perform. He take a sip from his whisky and try to clear his mind. Maybe he just should go back to the beginning. Restart the whole process. The thought of that made him grimace slightly. If he didn't get anywhere soon with the story he saw no other option.

Quite tired of thinking of writing, his thoughts return to his neighbour again. Closing his eyes he imagined her knocking on his door. He could feel a smile coming to his lips as he figured how she would scream at him to lower the damn music. Cal open his eyes as he grin to himself. Somehow the thought of her yelling at him made his mood better.

Bump...

Genevieve Matthews was a typical rich family girl. Her father was the co-founder and chairman of Matthews & Fullmer, one of the most importan law firms in the country. Her life had always been easy. She had never had any financial problems, her parents had always given her what she wanted. And now, barely 30 her career was taking off and her love life was settled. After a degree and two masters courses, she had just been promoted to sales manager in a quite important designing business. Besides, Aaron Fullmer, the son of the co-founder of his father's firm and soon-to-be heir of the empire, had proposed to her. Gina was happier than ever.

And that was only tarnished by her new neighbor. She had been living in the building for two years, and she had never had any incident. That part of the city was a wealthy one, and all the residents were nice and polite. But on the same day she was promoted, a new guy moved into the apartment opposite hers. At first she thought he was quite cute, although she would never admit it, as Aaron would have got so jealous. But after a couple days, she was already hating him.

The guy was annoyingly noisy, always playing loud unpleasant music. Well, if that could be called music. At least he could have the decency to play something lyrical and sonorous, rather than something that sounded like cats being tortured. And the worst thing was that he did it on purpose. Once they had met in the elevator, she had commented on it, asked him politely to lower the volume a bit when he played his music. But far from doing so, he started turning the volume louder, and playing music whenever he knew she was home. Somedays, if she wanted to be calm and peaceful, she had tiptoed to her apartment or removed her high-heels before leaving the elevator. That was just silly, but she hated confrontation.

But today she decided enough was enough. It was Friday, she had had a busy and tiring week and she had just sat on her couch when the screams began.

"I can't stand it anymore", she said out loud as she got up and reached for the door.

She crossed the corridor and banged on his door. She was so angry she forgot her manners for a second. Than man was driving her crazy.

He had hoped that she would come over even if he hadn't expected it. Cal could not explain why he enjoyed pissing her off. He just did. He suspected that it had something to do with how perfectly controlled she always seemed to be. Watching that control slip away was to fun to pass up. It was immature and he knew it. He just did not care.

Having finished the whisky, Cal put the empty glass on the table. He are in no hurry to open the door. He imagine how she stand on the other side of the door. Steaming with righteous anger. The thought have Cal grinning from ear to ear.

"Why do i do this?" He say out loud.

He almost strip, to open the door completely nude. That would shock her to the core. Thankfully he come back to his senses. It would be fun as hell but over the top. Even for him. Looking down at himself he are pretty sure that his blue jeans and white t-shirt are enough to hurt her delicate feelings. Compared to that guy of hers, Cal was dressed like a homeless man.

He take control of his mirth and open the door with an innocent look on his face. The only thing that reveal his true feelings are the amusement in his eyes.

"What can i do for you princess?" He ask as he look up and down her body. Whatever else she was. She was damn appetising.

You can move out of this apartment and make my life perfect, she was tempted to say, but she bit her tongue.

"Could you turn down the volumen, please? I know you like your music loud, but today I REALLY need to relax", she said.

Somehow, while she waited outside his door, she had calmed down to her usual state of mind, and now she was able to be as calmed as always.

While she spoke she noticed him fixing his eyes on her. Could he be any more rude? If that was a stratagem to seduce her, it wasn't going to work. For starters, he should dress like a decent man, not a coal miner from the past century. With a nice suit, or even just some decent trousers and a shirt, they could at least start taking. But of course he would never be as handsome and intelligent as Aaron. He was just perfect. His father had been so right when he had arranged it for them to meet. Gena wondered how long it would take him to get there. They were supposed to have dinner outside, and she didn't want to leave too late.

But first she just needed to rest a little, and it would be impossible unless the jerk she had for neighbor turned down the volume of his music.

"So, what will it be?", she asked again with a bit more annoyed tone.