Page 8 of My Irish Roommate

If I were bolder, I would suggest that we go upstairs and continue what he just started. The thing is, I’ve never been confident in a sexual way, and he’s probably used to a woman with more experience. I’m not prepared to make a fool out of myself in front of the man of my dreams.

5

DINNER WITH RICKI

ROWAN

Ispend the afternoon training my clients as Ricki looks on. With my last session complete, I tell her to go upstairs and get dressed for dinner. I have some paperwork to complete before I shower and change, so I head into my office as she ascends the stairs.

I’ve only sat down for a second and Dalton, the employee manning the front desk, pages me. “There’s someone on the phone asking if there’s a Ricki here. That’s your stepsister, right?”

“I’ll take the call. You don’t give out any information to anyone. Clear?” I tell him.

“Yes, sir. Line two,” he replies.

I dial the extension and pick up the call, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I’m calling from the United States. I have a previous employee, Ricki Peterson. Her final paycheck came back as undeliverable, and we were told that she might have moved to Ireland to be with family. Can you tell me if she’s there so that I can forward her check?” the male voice says.

“Sorry, never heard of him,” I reply.

“Actually, she’s female. About five-four, attractive, blonde hair…”

“Oh, okay, never heard of her,” I reply and disconnect the call.

She was right. She does have reason to be worried about this stalker of hers. He’s definitely tenacious. How could he have found her? She didn’t know that I existed until a few weeks ago.

There can only be one answer. He must have spoken to her mother, and she fell for the missing paycheck scheme. I decide not to tell Ricki about the call. She doesn’t need the stress, but I will be speaking to Emma about safeguarding her child.

I cut my administrative tasks short and go upstairs to shower and change. Without thinking, I push open the door and step inside to find Ricki wearing nothing but her bra and panties.

She has her back to me and my eyes settle on her plump, round ass. She hears the door and spins around, providing me with the ultimate view. I expect her to cover herself and run to the bathroom, but she doesn’t. She just stands there looking back at me.

“I should have knocked. I’m sorry,” I say, sounding anything but.

“It’s your place. You shouldn’t have to knock,” she shrugs and I take a few steps in her direction.

“You don’t seem to mind me walking in on you,” I add, walking slowly while devouring her with my eyes.

“You don’t seem to mind walking in on me, either.” It makes no sense but her attempt to match words with me is adorable.

Hovering over her ready to pounce, I tell her, “Teasing me like this is a very dangerous game, little girl. I have a tough time resisting temptation, and you said you wanted to take things slow.”

“I was wrong about that,” she says, looking down at her feet.

“And when did you change your mind?” I run two fingers down the side of her neck and smile as the tiny bumps rise on her skin.

“When you tossed me on my ass in the gym and climbed on top of me,” she sighs.

“So, you like being dominated,” I trace the lace edge at the top of her bra cups.

“I don’t know. It’s never happened before.”

“Never? A girl like you? You’ve never driven a man so wild that he grabbed a handful of your hair and had his way with you?”

“Never…” I spin her around and bend her over, rubbing my erection against her silken panties.

She gasps in surprise but doesn’t resist, so I run my fingers down her spine and under the sheer cloth that covers her sweet spot. She bucks and arches her back when my fingers make contact with her clit, so I use my free hand to press her down on the bed.

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