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I offered. "Oh, thanks!" she replied with a smile. I snagged a book I had started some time earlier, along with the detergent and fabric softener sheets. There were a few other people in the laundromat, including four smaller kids. I had to wait for a while before a washer became available. Then I got engrossed in my book for the next hour. Tamara, a neighbor from three doors down in our building, gently nudged me to point out that my washer had finished.

"How fucking original." --- Forty minutes later, Jordan pushed open the door to Clean Sweep Laundromat, the bell above jingling cheerfully. The place looked legitimate enough—rows of washing machines along the walls, a few customers folding clothes, the humid air thick with the smell of detergent and fabric softener. Jordan scanned the room, his trained eyes picking out details others might miss. Security camera in the corner, angled to cover the entire space. A door behind the counter marked "Employees Only." The skinny guy manning the register, pretending to read a magazine but watching Jordan a little too closely.

Nabi continued to tour Callie, listing rules she should follow to get along with the other girls. “The new and clean clothes go here,” Nabi pointed to a pile of clothes in the hamper, then to a metal-looking box beside it. “And this ancient mechanism is our laundry chute. It’s huge and can fit a week’s worth of dirty laundry in one go. So, just toss them in there. The dirty clothes will be collected by a truck and sent to a Laundromat nearby.” “There’s no in-house laundry?” Callie asked, trying her hardest to hide her surprise.

I walk to the door, open it, and step out before closing it behind my back. "Hi there, sweetheart?" he said with a smirk on his face. "I told you not to call me that," I murmur, crossing my hands over my chest and trying to act annoyed. "What do you want?" I ask before he can even get a chance to express himself. "Oh, slow down," he said and then pointed to a pile of clothes securely wrapped in a clothes hamper. I look at the clothes and then back at him with confusion. "There is a laundromat down the street, and I do my laundry there. I was wondering if you wanted to tag along."

That’s embarrassing…. We pass several closed doors and then this small open section for laundry stuff. I’ll have to do some research in that field as well. I didn’t use anything fancy when I had the money to wash clothes. Things have been changing and it can be hard to find a laundry place that still takes coins and has the vending machine for detergent. Now I would have a set of machines of my own and I can get any kind of detergent I want. It’s a simple thing to be excited about but I can’t wait to try it all! I want to learn everything and anything I can about running a house. That probably would include cooking, right?

She would decide in the morning when the champagne was fully gone and the documents were in front of her in daylight and she had slept. The dress was cold. She walked faster. She found a twenty-four hour laundromat on the south end of Merchant, one she had used before, and went in. The warmth hit her immediately, that specific damp heat of industrial machines. She stood near the nearest dryer for a moment just breathing and letting the cold leave her skin. The attendant at the back barely looked up. She found a seat on the bench against the wall and sat down and took the documents out of the clutch and spread them on her knees and read them again.

You know you're an adult when you get excited about brand-new appliances. In my case, I was washing all day and drying with my brand-new washer and dryer. My couch was full of clothes and I was grinning from ear to ear even though now I had to put everything up. But I felt proud. I felt super f*cking proud of finally not having to take all of my stuff to the Laundromat. At the apartment, we had to use a communal laundromat and it sucked having to lug laundry down the stairs.

I smiled about the fact that everyone respected that. After breakfast I followed Chastity, and Naomi to the laundry room. I honestly had never been in here before. It looked like a huge laundromat to me. I stood quietly to the side as Chastity moved laundry baskets in front of machines, and explaining to Naomi what she used to do. I had never realized how organized Chastity really was.

Most students were either sleeping in, enjoying the relative quiet of a Saturday morning, or had already left for the weekend, seeking respite from the confines of campus life. When she finally reached the laundry room, she nudged the door open with her hip, the weight of the hamper making it difficult to use her hands. She stepped inside, the air thick with the combined scents of detergent, fabric softener, and warm, damp fabric. Rows of washing machines and dryers lined the walls, their metal exteriors gleaming under the fluorescent lights. A long folding table stood in the center of the room, its surface covered with neatly folded piles of clothes. A single student sat near the back, hunc

he added as if that would save him from Mandy’s knowing look. “Admiration, attraction, love, all the same. Besides, I doubt they really were suits. Even Sire doesn’t wear that in his office. Business casual, maybe, which you don’t have clothes for too. I would offer Lester’s but you’re bigger than him. Damn, your Alpha frame.” He laughed at her enthusiasm, silently thanking her for glossing over his rambling. He did his laundry at Mandy’s. Cheaper than the laundromat since she only charged him for his products and their fabric conditioner smelt way better than anything he would find himself, so she knew his closet only had plain tees and jeans.