Page 15 of I Am Sin

They don’t see my type a whole lot here. Certainly not going to the penthouse.

With my luck, they’ll probably call the cops on me the minute they’re back in their place. Report the unsavory-looking guy with the long hair who’s heading toward the apartment of the gorgeous woman living in the penthouse.

I huff out a breath. Despite all the bullshit I’ve gotten myself into over the years, I’ve never been arrested. Even when I should have been. Small mercies, I guess.

A moment later I’m knocking on Diana’s door.

“Hey,” she says as she opens the door. “You want some help with those?”

“I got it.” I walk in and head straight to the kitchen.

She crosses into the kitchen and opens the fridge. “You’ve got the bottom shelf in the refrigerator and on the door, for condiments. In the pantry, I gave you the high shelf since you’re taller than I am.”

“Got it.”

I put my groceries away and then head back to my room.

Now what?

I like to keep busy. Helps keep my head on straight. Keeps me from thinking about how much I want a drink or a hit.

And it keeps me from thinking about the horror of my childhood.

Keeps me from thinking about Griffin.

But the thing is, I’ve got nothing to do. When I was in rehab, there were all kinds of activities. I was able to keep my mind and body busy.

My body… I head back out of my room. Diana is still in the kitchen.

“So I was wondering,” I say. “About the fitness center.”

“What about it?”

“Am I able to use it?”

She cocks her head. “I don’t see why not. You’ll have to wait until you get your key. You’ll need that to access it.”

“Got it.”

“Like I said, I’ll go down to security and take care of it as soon as I can. Sometime today. But I’ve got someone coming at two.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Just somebody from maintenance to do some work.”

“I’m pretty handy. Maybe I can do it.”

She looks away. “Don’t be silly. That’s what maintenance is for. They’ll take care of it.” She glances down at her phone sitting on the counter. “Looks like I’ve got time, so I’ll go ahead down to security and take care of your keys.”

“All right. I’ll be here.”

Diana nods and heads for the door.

I take a seat on the couch. It’s in a gorgeous brown leather. Italian, maybe. I don’t know a whole lot about leather. But I know it’s got to be expensive.

Like this whole apartment that I’m staying in for free. Guilt gnaws at my throat.

I crane my head toward the door. “Diana?”

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