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thanks but I am gonna to have to, eventually. So I need you to do something."
    "Like what?"
    "I want you to clean your house for tomorrow."
    "Why? What's tomorrow?"
    "Nothing, I'm going to be over and I would very much like to not hurl," I explained.
    "Fine, but you better bring me breakfast if you're coming over early," he kidded.
    "Yeah, yeah," I replied. I stuck my hands in my jacket pocket and began walking back toward my apartment.
    "Oh, and Ari?" he called out to me. "Don't forget to read my file." His mouth curled up at the corners. What the heck was in that damn file?
     
                 

Chapter Six
    I arrived in front of Adam's door at seven a.m. in a horrible mood. Spencie decided to yap at every little noise she heard the night and I had gotten next to no sleep. The night consisted of me tossing and turning until the sun came up and I could head over to Adam's at a reasonable hour.
    I pounded on his door a few times and prayed that he actually followed my instructions and cleaned up. When no one answered I grew irritated, a mood that I was bound to stay in today. I really needed a smoke. I banged on the door again, louder, in attempt to get Adam’s attention.
    After a few minutes, I finally heard some scuffling from the other side. The door opened and Adam stood there with messy hair and sleepy eyes. Thank goodness he was too busy rubbing his eyes to notice me staring at his half naked body. It was like looking at a Greek statue. I quickly averted my gaze to Bones, the giant who appeared at our feet.
    “What time is it?” he mumbled. I smiled at how adorable he sounded.
    “Aw,” I teased patting his cheek as I walked past him into the apartment. I didn’t get far before I noticed that nothing had been touched since yesterday. “I’m glad you cleaned up for me,” I added sarcastically.
    Adam brushed my shoulder as he passed by and checked the clock on the oven. “Seven? You woke me up at seven on a Saturday?”
    I rolled my eyes. “What time do you normally wake up on weekends?”
    He moaned. “I dunno, I usually roll out of bed around lunchtime everyday,” he answered grumpily.
    "You don't work?"
    "Um, no." He looked away and ducked into the kitchen
    "What's your duty here on Earth, then?"
    He shrugged and I watched his flawless muscles flex. "Stay pretty?"
    I rolled my eyes and changed the subject. “Why didn’t you clean?”
    “Didn’t feel like it,” he replied with another shrug. This day is just not off to a good start.
    “Jesus,” I muttered surveying the mess. I spotted a package of cigarettes hidden under a pizza box on his coffee table. I licked my lips and, before I knew it, the pack was in my hands. I pulled a cigarette out and popped it into my mouth. Adam suddenly seemed wide awake.
    “You can’t smoke that in here,” he yelled.
    I cocked an eyebrow as if to say 'just try and stop me' and fished for my lighter. “Why not?”
    “It'll make the wallpaper yellow,” he said before ripping the cigarette from my mouth. I hadn’t had a cigarette in two days and my cravings were taking on a life of their own.
    “You’re house smells like barf and rotten food but you’re worried about yellowing wallpaper?” I was a little more than annoyed and the lingering taste of tobacco on my lips was driving me nuts.
    “Yes, but a mess can be cleaned. The wallpaper I’ll have to pay for,” he explained. He grabbed the whole pack out of my hands and threw it in the trash. I could save those cigarettes later when he wasn’t looking.
    “Why do you even have them if you don’t smoke?”
    Adam yawned. “One of my friends must have left it here.”
    I sighed and looked around, trying to take my mind off the cigarettes. “If you don’t clean this place up then I’m going to have to do it myself.”
    Adam leaned against his counter, his abs flexing, my eyes staring. “Is that supposed to be a threat?”
    “This apartment is a threat," I mumbled and averted my eyes