Page 10 of Roommate Wanted
Conall huffed before I felt his joy, and he wanted me to preen for her. Her gaze lingered on my bicep before it travelled down to my groin. I almost groaned at the dazed hunger in her eyes. This wasn’t supposed to happen, and her drunken capitulation was throwing a spanner in the works. I needed her awake and aware.
She wore her office suits like armour. There was a no-nonsense attitude when she spoke to people. Yet when she got her morning coffee or visited shops, she was always polite, no matter how bad of a mood her boss put her in. She was warm with a few people at work. The city was hard on my mate.
No, this wasn’t supposed to happen. She wasn’t supposed to be drunk, and it wouldn't work in my favour when she woke up tomorrow morning.
“The living room?” I asked when she never looked up.
Her head snapped up, and the glossy black hair fell over half of her face. She pushed it back, and she blinked a few times.
“Living room,” she repeated before she rushed past me again.
She introduced the bathroom to me before she showed me the empty bedroom. This was the only room she didn’t enter, but she stood in the doorway as I walked around the room. It was similar to the apartment next door.
“You said no pets. You don’t like animals?” I asked casually, closing the wardrobe door that I pretended to inspect.
“More like they don’t like me. I’m allergic to furry animals,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
No. No. No. No. No. Conall began to howl, and I cleared my throat.
“How bad is your reaction?”
“Think hay fever—”
Not so bad. She could take a few pills and—
“And times that by a million. Do you have a pet?”
My heart sank. She was allergic to me. We would cause great discomfort to our mate.
No. She was mine.
Every inch of her from head to toe, and our differences would not halt fate. Perhaps my Maw could create a remedy for her.
“Are you okay? You look sad,” she said, inching into the room.
I wiped my imaginary tear away from my eye and smiled at her. “I’m fine. I remembered my childhood dog, Conall,” I said as Conall growled at me.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” she said, wrapping her arms around me before she hugged me. “My sister had a pet rat that I wasn’t allergic to. We all cried when Harry died.”
Isour mate comparing me to a rat?!Conall ranted, but as soon as I held her and inhaled her scent, he became silent.
“You’re so hard,” she said, but her voice was muffled against my chest.
That was the problem. I was growing harder, but then she started to massage my shoulder. I didn’t move because if I did, I would devour her.
“So many muscles,” she murmured, bringing her hand down to my waist.
She was dangerously close to my crotch.
Take her. Claim her now before she finds out about my fur.Do it. Conall growled.
“Do you have a kilt?” she asked, pulling back to look at me.
“Not with me,” I said, almost reaching out to push her hair away from her eyes.
Her eyes were so dark that I could sink into them. The black pupils seemed to dilate as they darkened her eyes. Her heart-shaped face was so close to me, and those sinful, luscious, soft lips that I dreamt about were so very close.
“Do you have a clan tartan?”
