Page 5 of Loud Hot Roomie
“I’m just fucking with you,” I say with a smirk. “I’ll take that beer.”
His lips thin out but then he lets loose a sigh before heading into the kitchen. I follow after him, taking in the plain, unimpressive kitchen. The only thing in here is a coffee pot, a Ninja blender, and three different massive containers of protein powder. While he fetches the beer, I peek out the kitchen window. I’m pleased to see a pond with ducks and a walking trail that wraps around it. It’s a hidden beauty within the complex. Doesn’t back up to a golf course like my parents’ house, but it has its own special view.
I turn to face Derek and lean my ass against the counter. His bicep flexes as he pops the cap off the beer and then he thrusts it toward me. Unable to stop myself, I make eye contact with the incredibly hot guy in front of me as I wrap my lips around the bottle.
Why must I set bombs off in every area of my life?
Flirting with my roomie is a bad idea. Especially when I have no idea if he’s into guys, women, both, or whatever. But, he’s so good looking and I’m having a bad day. It’s a recipe for a Riko disaster.
Derek clears his throat and crosses his arms over his muscular chest. His eyes drift to the window behind me. I clearly make him uncomfortable.
Probably because you’re giving him your, “I want to suck your cock,” face, idiot.
That face always shows up at the most inopportune times. Like that one time with one of Dad’s old colleagues, Spencer, or my tenth grade English teacher, Mr. Ellington. It usually ends in disaster, and with everyone, especially me, in a fuck-ton of trouble. That face ended the career and marriage of Spencer, and the career and freedom of Mr. Ellington.
How was I supposed to know it’d send someone to jail?
The man before me clears his throat again. His face is red and he still can’t make eye contact. “So, yeah, the rent’s due soon.”
He’s circling back to this again?
“I can send you the money right now,” I assure him with a grin. “Wanna show me to the bedroom?”
This finally snaps him out of his funk and a flicker of anger flashes over his features. My “I want to suck your cock” face has earned me at least three punches in the gut. One guy fucking spit on me. It’s always a gamble and apparently I love to live right on the edge.
“Sure,” he grunts out, a bite of irritation in his tone. “It’s upstairs.”
I follow him up the stairs, totally checking out his nice, bitable ass along the way. Derek’s not missing glutes day. That’s for damn sure.
I’m distracted from his lovely butt when the ache in my hamstring intensifies. At home, my room is on the first floor which always made sneaking out a piece of cake. Climbing stairs with this injury kind of sucks, but it’s still better than living with Debbie Downer and Mr. Despair aka my parents.
“Bathroom. We share. Keep it clean,” Derek clips out. “This one’s yours. I get the big room.”
The “little” room is about the size of our laundry room back home. It’s completely bare. No furniture or anything. I guess shopping is at the top of the to-do list.
“Guess we’re sharing a bed until mine arrives,” I say, smirking at him.
He whips his head around to look at me, features twisted into one of horror. “W-what? You don’t have a bed?”
I crack up with laughter. “Dude, I’m just messing with you. I’ll pick up an air mattress tonight and sleep on that until real furniture arrives.”
Derek visibly relaxes, nodding in agreement as though he likes this idea much better.If only he knew just how good in bed I was…
“So basically, that’s it. Any questions?”
Oh, I have tons of questions but none of them are appropriate.
“You hungry?”
He frowns and his eyes dart back and forth in confusion. Why is it so thrilling to pester this man?
“Uh, yeah,” he says with a grunt, “but I haven’t been to the store or anything.”
“Don’t tell me you were going to eat a protein shake and call it a day.” I step closer to him, flashing him a wide grin. “A big man like you needs meat. Am I right?”
His face turns crimson again which delights me to no end. “I, uh, I…”
“We’ll run to the big store together in your truck. I can grab stuff I need and we’ll pick up some burgers or something.” I gesture at his beautiful torso. “The shirt is optional, in my opinion, but they may disagree.”
