Neighbors; M Satyr x F Human, NSFW; Cambric Creek Patreon Exclusive
By the time she hustled across the building’s small vestibule, the gilded elevator doors were sliding shut. Minnie knew better than to call for its occupant to hold the door again. Sliding her messenger bag off her shoulder, she prepared to hurl it forward to stop the doors from closing, when a bony hand shot out, causing the elevator to bounce lightly in place. Swallowing hard, she stepped inside. A long finger pressed the button for the eighteenth floor, and she began the ascent in the small space with her neighbor, Mr. P Devereaux.
“Thanks for stopping the door,” she said, facing directly ahead. “Too bad you didn’t hear me outside.”
Slender and rangy like an alley cat, Mr. P Devereaux seemed to be perpetually on edge, as though he were a tight coil of tension, ready to snap at any moment. The short fur that covered his lower half was the same dark umber as the swoop of hair on his head, falling around his pale, finely sculpted jaw. His eyes were equally as dark, fringed in long, soot-colored lashes, which Minnie and her invisible blonde lashes found completely unfair. The horns that sprouted from his forehead were the same ebony as his hooves, and juxtaposition against his fair skin gave him a slightly gothic appearance she was forced to admit was rather appealing. Though she’d lived next door to him for over a year at that point, she still didn’t know what the ‘P’ stood for, although she assumed it was for ‘Permanent Asshole.’
“Oh, I heard you,” he replied nonchalantly. His voice, as always, was deep and dark, black velvet and heavy port, always making her shiver. Minnie often thought it was a crying shame that such a sexy voice belonged to such an unfriendly man. “You’re not supposed to hold the door for people, that’s how we end up with tenants getting robbed.”
Her teeth clenched and she felt her nails digging into the flesh of her hand as they curled into fists at her sides. She had thought, before her move, that growing up in a town with a sizable population of both werewolves and elves had well-prepared her for the realities of multi-species living, but Cambric Creek was a different world entirely. Humans were a distinct minority in her new home, and not a day went by when she wasn’t paralyzed with nerves over the thought of saying or doing something offensive or embarrassing or both in front of her new neighbors. Fortunately, most residents in her building were extremely friendly and welcoming, amused at having a human in their midst. Unfortunately, the satyr next door could not be included in that equation.
“Strangers, you’re not supposed to let strangers into the building!”
She finally whirled to face him, her blue eyes wide with incredulity at his answer. “But I’m not a stranger! I live here! Right next door to you!”
The horned man gave an elegant little shrug, his eyes never leaving the door, fixed high above her head. “Well, how was I supposed to know that? You could have been anyone out on the sidewalk.”
She couldn’t be sure, but Minnie thought there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his thin lips. What a fucking asshole. The little bell dinged as the elevator stopped on the eighteenth floor, and she stepped out. “You conveniently knew who I was for the elevator, but not when I was hunting for my keys in the cold? That’s nice, real neighborly of you.”
The slight smile evaporated into the sneer she was more used to seeing on his face, and he shrugged again, pushing past her. “An absence of planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on mine, Ms. Denton. Good evening.”
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