Secret: My Roommate is a billionaire!!!

Iva answered with a sigh of relief. If this guy wasn't legit in some way; a maintenance guy, an old friend of Britney's, a confused neighbor (although it would be unlikely that he had dementia at the ripe old age of approximately thirty), she planned to finish that 911 call to the local constable, Sergeant Carter.

"Hello, Iva, what can I do for you?" came Britney's voice. "How the move-in going?"

"A man just walked in on me taking a bath."

"Oh, my goodness! That's terrible. Did you call the police? Did he hurt you?"

"Not yet. I grabbed a wrench under the sink and then I recognized him from the tour bus yesterday."

"Now that's peculiar..." Britney started.

"Then he started talking about the rocking chair and his grandmother and he left---after he told me to call you. He knew your name. That wouldn't be difficult since he could have easily scoped out the house earlier and planned this entire thing."

"Wait, Iva, I'm getting another call." Britney put her on hold.

Iva stared at the phone. "You're putting me on hold after what I just told you?"

There was silence.

"She did put me on hold," Iva spit out. "I feel like I've walked into a Twilight Zone episode."

A moment later, Britney was back, slightly out of breath. "Iva, can you describe this guy?"

"Well, he's about six foot two or three, shaggy light blonde hair, green eyes."

"Does he have a dimple in his left cheek?"

"I---I---what sort of a question is that! I was too terrified to admire any dimples he may or may not possess on his face."

Which was a lie, of course, but Britney Willis didn't need to know that. Britney gave a knowing laugh.

"Did he mention that his grandmother used to live there?"

Iva sniffed. "He may have."

"Oh, honey, that's Cillian Otto De Peyster IV. I just got off the phone with him while I put you on hold. He says he's standing in the front yard right now. He's driving a BMW with a sun roof. Blue. Yeah, he goes by Otto Bergmann."

"What did you say?" Iva asked, thoroughly confused now. "Cillian 'Otto' De Peyster the fourth?" That explained everything. The intruder was a pretentious jerk, assuming he was so privileged to just walk into a house without checking to see if the place was occupied.