Page 9 of My Irish Roommate

She’s completely under my spell and I’m loving it. She’s sopping wet and I’m dying to be inside her, but I want to feel her come on my hand so I keep stroking her little pussy. Her legs tense, and she begins to moan. She’s so close that I can almost feel what it will be like to put my rigid staff inside her.

Someone pounds on the door, causing Ricki to struggle against my firm hand on her back.

“Who’s there?” I shout.

“Your father,” my dad replies.

Ricki looks at me with eyes the size of saucers, and I step away from her so that she can grab her clothes and go into the bathroom. I try to shake off the frustration I’m feeling, but the short walk to the door won’t be long enough to shrink my erection.

I open the door and ask, “What are you doing here?”

“Emma is downstairs. We were in the city for an appointment, and she wanted to see Ricki. I expected to find you in your office at this time of day.”

“We were getting ready to go to dinner. Ricki’s in the bathroom getting dressed.”

“Perfect, we can eat together again. Emma will love that.”

“I still need to shower. You know how long women take to get ready,” I tell him. “Why don’t you wait for us downstairs? The staff can get you coffee or water while you wait.”

He nods and leaves so I knock on the bathroom door and let Ricki know that the coast is clear. She comes out dressed with her hair done, and I find myself disappointed that our little game has ended.

“Your mother and my father want to have dinner with us again,” I tell her.

“I know, I heard. I was looking forward to having dinner alone with you,” the disappointment on her face hits me right in the chest.

“So, I’ll get rid of them and we’ll have dinner alone.”

“You can’t do that. They’ll be upset,’ she argues.

“No, they won’t. I’ll tell them you suddenly aren’t feeling well,” I explain.

“And then they’ll ask why you can’t go.”

“You’re thinking too hard about this, little one. They don’t want to have dinner with me. They want to have dinner with you. I live twenty minutes from their house, and they never once asked me to dinner until you got here. If they do ask, I’ll tell them I’m staying home so I can make you some soup.”

She smiles and says, “Thank you.”

My father and Emma are standing awkwardly beside the front desk and spot me when I come down the stairs. “You aren’t dressed,” Emma announces.

“Yeah, sorry. Ricki isn’t feeling well so we’re just going to stay home,” I tell her.

“What’s wrong with her? I should go up and check,” she chatters.

“No, honestly I think she’s just exhausted. She had a long flight yesterday and then dinner with you. Then she worked out with me this morning. She hasn’t given herself time to adjust. She’s in the bath now so it’s probably just better if you guys go to dinner without us. I’ll have her call you when she feels up to it,” I tell them while walking them toward the exit.

“Well, alright. You let me know if she isn’t feeling better and tell her to call me,” Emma says on the way out the door, but I remember the one reason I have to keep her here longer.

“Emma, did you speak to someone from America on the phone and tell them that Ricki was here?” I ask her and she stops short of closing the door.

“Well, yes. He said he needed to mail her a paycheck,” she answers, her forehead furrowing.

I can’t hide the disappointment on my face and grit my teeth, “Emma, she came here because someone was stalking her. You didn’t even consider the possibility that it might have been her stalker trying to track her down?”

She scoffs and says, “Honestly, Rowan, I think Ricki overreacted to that whole mess. Why would that man pursue her all the way over here? My daughter wasn’t the only pretty girl in Boston, you know.”

I have to remind myself who I’m talking to. If she wasn’t Ricki’s mother, I’d be cussing her up and down. Taking a deep breath, I say, “Regardless of your opinion on the situation, we need to protect Ricki. No need to take unnecessary risks with her safety. If you receive any more calls, you tell them you have no idea where she is. Are we clear?”

“She’s my daughter, Rowan. I would never put her at risk, and I think you’re overreacting.”

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