Tired but home finally.

You walk inside the building foyer and head toward the stairs. You figure a glass or two of wine and bed would do you a world of good. You grab the handle to pull open the stairwell door when you hear another behind you open accompanied by that deep voice you really hoped to dodge until at least morning.

"Welcome home, Miss Stewart," Jim says purposely drawing your last name out a bit like he was savoring it with particular emphasis on the word Miss. What a creepy little troll man.

You release the door, **** a smile on your face, and turn toward him.

"Hello, Jim. Can I help you?"

"Yes. I think we have your AC issue corrected. Now about the apartment inspection?" Not once during the short conversation has his eyes left your chest.

"Just send me an email with a few dates and times. I'll pick one and send it back. This way it can go straight on my calendar so I don't forget."

He nods with a slight frown on his face.

"Very well."

You offer another quick smile, "Good night!" You turn, pull the door open really quick, and hurry up the stairs. You don't look back because you're afraid he's stepped through and is watching you the whole way. Wearing sweats instead of a skirt feels like a great idea at the moment.

You reach the top floor, unlock your door, and rush into your apartment. Locking the door behind you, the bags get dumped on your bed and you look around. Nothing seems out of place but the fact Jim had someone up here still doesn't sit right with you. You grab a can of wine out of the fridge, pour it into a glass, and take a big sip.

You have a long day ahead tomorrow. There's school in the morning, the HR meeting in the afternoon and work in the evening so sleep would definitely be a good idea. What should you do?