Page 14 of Final Temptation
The local coffee shop,Mugs, sat right in the middle of High Street, the main road and city center. It was also next door to my dad’s bar,Peaks, where I spent countless years of my life working.
I walked into the industrial-style coffee shop, wooden accents and warm lighting surrounding the historical exposed brick walls. Small tables and cozy couches encompassed the open area I scanned over, trying to locate Myles.
Maybe he will be the one who is late.
Nope. Never mind.
After spotting Myles, I took a moment to lurk around the corner, soaking in the sight of him scrolling through his phone, looking way too sexy for his own good.
“Just got done with the gym,” my ass.
The thoughts of his dating profile re-entered my mind as I noticed his gym attire. Suddenly, I felt awkward, like this was a first date, but instead, we were just having coffee with the possibility of moving in together.
Do I hug him? Will he stand up and greet me? Maybe I should shake his hand?
His piercing blue eyes made eye contact with mine as I sneakily approached the couch he was sitting on. He looked back down at his phone before quickly looking back at me, doing a double-take. He remained still, not moving an inch from his seated position.
With no effort being made to stand up, I took matters into my own hands.
“Hey, long time no see.” I squeezed his arm before taking a seat opposite him. His gaze roamed over the spot on his arm I touched and came back to meet my eyes.
Myles cleared his throat, reaching out for a drink that I assumed was my coffee—based on the loads of whipped cream that topped it off—and handed it to me. “There has never been a time in my life when I’ve been more embarrassed than moments ago, reading off your coffee order.” He shook his head in disbelief.
“Well, thank you for getting this for me.” I batted my eyelashes at him, taking my first sip of the sweet substance.
“No problem. So, you’ve given my proposition some thought?” he said, jumping right into it.
Okay, Myles Businessman Cooper…
“I have. But I think to make sure we are a good fit as roommates, we should talk about it a little bit, maybe set some ground rules?” I spoke nervously.
He hiked an eyebrow. “Ground rules?”
“You know…like what if one of us wants to bring home aguest? Or would you feel comfortable in the house with alcohol, or should I keep booze out of the apartment? Or do you put the toilet seat down after you pee? Do you clean up your pubes, so they aren’t sprinkled like confetti on the bathroom floor?—”
“Whoa. Slow down, and back up. One question at a time. First of all, I’m not sure what your opinion is of the opposite sex, but we don’t just leave a trail of pubes like fairy dust everywhere we go.”
“Are you sure? Because I knew this guy once, and his floors were covered in pubes. But then again, it very well could have been dog hair because I’m ninety-nine percent positive his pubes were?—”
“Sophie,” Myles cut me off, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.
I took another sip of my iced coffee, feeling even more awkward than before.
“How about we start with the simple things? Let’s just assume that when it comes to the cleanliness of the apartment, we can both be responsible adults and clean up after ourselves.”
“That sounds like a good start. So, what time do you usually go to bed and wake up in the morning?” I asked something a bit more realistic this time.
“Well, I’m not usually up too late since I work early mornings. Unlike my brother, who does more paperwork and planning, I’m outside building and getting my hands dirty. Hours in construction are early. Sohonestly, we may not even see each other much—just in passing.”
“You know, you may end up being a good influence for me.” His eyes widened.
“Me? A good influence? I can’t say I’ve ever heard those words in the same sentence before. Why would I be a good influence for you?” he questioned.
“I could benefit from going to bed earlier. Maybe creating a better schedule for myself when it comes to my schoolwork.” I crossed one leg over the other, doing my best not to flash him with my frilly pink panties.
His eyes worked over my every movement before he responded, “Okay, so we have our cleaning habits and sleep schedules covered. What else is there to figure out?”
“Rent?” I bit my lip.
