Break My Fall(5)

The only downside to my new job was the uniform. Linda had called me into her office at the end of my shift and handed me a bundle of clothing covered in plastic wrapping and a nametag. I had taken it out of the packaging and gaped at the indecent length. For the first time in my life, I had thanked Jesus for being short. A fitted black pinafore dress was to be my uniform from tomorrow on. I predicted my pinafore would fall just above my knees, hopefully... I was definitely not the type of girl who could dress skimpily. I smoothed down my t-shirt at the back; the thought of showing too much skin made me self-conscious.





“Lee I know you’re not used to parties and crowds, but could you please try and enjoy yourself. This is for you.” Cam batted her big baby blues at me and I wanted to strangle her. This was so not for me. “Oh, come on dry balls, let’s have a shot,” she said when I made no attempt to answer her. Grabbing my shoulders, she led me back to the kitchen and poured some black liquor from a bottle into a pair of glasses. “To your fresh start,” she smiled at me and clicked her glass against mine.

“Cheers,” I muttered begrudgingly and tipped the foreign substance to my lips. I was not a drinker. My only experience had been when I was twelve and Cam had swiped a bottle of daddy’s whiskey. I had been so sick afterwards and when daddy caught us I was punished so badly I hadn’t touched a drop since. However the appeal of fitting in for once in my life swayed me and I swallowed it. The taste burned my throat and my eyes watered.

“Yeah, that’s it girl, chug it back,” Cam cheered, flicking her long blonde hair behind her shoulder. I sputtered holding my hand across my mouth. She filled another shot of the black stuff and this time I swallowed without choking.





Kyle





This was not the early night in I had planned. There were people all over the house and I felt unusually unsociable. Most of the time I enjoyed a good party, but after the last couple of days of bullshit I had put down I just wanted to crash.

I had been in New York all week and had stopped by the office on my way home tonight. It was just as well I had because my nosy fuck of a father was snooping around again. Christ, he was like a dog with a bone. It had been over eighteen months; he needed to accept my grandfather’s decision. Hell, I needed to accept my grandfather’s decision.

My roommate Cam had phoned me at the office earlier with some sob story about a friend of hers needing a dig out. I had a spare room at the house so I gave her the go-ahead. To be honest, I hadn’t paid much attention to the conversation. I’d been too busy dealing with dear old dad and Cam and her crazy assed drama had been the furthest thing from my mind.

I was, however, curious as to whom this Lee dude was. She had seemed really excited that the guy was moving in, but Cam you never knew what to expect. Cam knew her fair share of creepy bastards. She’d promised on the phone that Lee would pay rent like it was a deal breaker for me or something, but I couldn’t give two shits about rent, it wasn’t an issue for me.

I owned the house outright, had done without knowing since freshman year of college.

My grandfather had led me to believe I was leasing the place. Character building had been his intention I guessed. I hadn’t discovered the place my mine until his will reading. He’d bought it when I started at C.U. Cam and Derek lived here because they were friends, not because I needed extra cash. The old man had left me well cushioned. They had been my roommates from day one and their being here gave my life some semblance of normality. I could act my age around them and just be a normal twenty-two year old and not the owner and CEO of a fucking multi-million dollar corporation. I kept the house minimalistic in its appearance because of this fact. I wanted a normal damn life, the life I had before my grandfather went and fucking died on me, leaving me in the driving seat of his empire.

Scanning the room my eyes zoomed in on the tiny brunette standing next to Cam. Holy shit, she was something else.

Her small face was partially concealed by a dark head of curls. I focused on those curls and the way they hung over her tits, damn what a pair she had. Even in the boring white shirt she wore it was easy to tell she’d been blessed in the breast compartment. Her narrow waist cinched in the middle curving out to form the sexiest pair of hips I had ever seen. Her pants were snug on her and I could only imagine what her body looked like, minus the clothes. Now those were the curves of a real woman. She wasn’t a matchstick like most of the girls’ I knew. She radiated healthiness.

My eyes slipped to her waist again. Fuck, I could think of nothing else but burying myself between those goddamn hips. I took a double look at her and my cock twitched. I had a fucking semi from just looking at her.