The music lulls and my phone dings from a text message. Sliding out, I wipe my greasy hands on a towel and toss it on the chair. My thumb swipes across my screen and a small smile crosses my lips.
Mom: You’ll be there tomorrow, right?
Me: Yeah. Ten o’clock.
Mom: See you then. Love you.
Me: Love you too.
It’s short and sweet, but more than we’ve had over the years so I’ll take it. Just as I’m about to put my phone back into the player, a black Infiniti pulls up the driveway. Cocking my head, I leave the safe confines of my garage to see who’s visiting. Figuring it’s one of Mrs. F’s friends, I wait patiently for them to climb out of the vehicle. What I don’t expect is a pair of long legs to step out first.
Eager to see the rest of the body attached, I cross my arms and plaster my cocky grin in place. By the time she fully divulges herself, I’m staring at what might be the hottest piece of ass I’ve seen in a long time. Skin tight jeans and snug t-shirt cover up a body I’d love to reveal in the naked form for my hands to manipulate. Her hair a wild mess of brown curls, and her face so adorable and innocent, I curse myself for the dirty thoughts that just crossed my mind.
“Hi,” she says.
“Hi,” I respond, giving her a head nod, always remaining my arrogant self.
“Is Chrissy here?” she asks and I wonder if this is some school friend of hers.
“Yeah. Is she expecting you?” I ask, not moving from my stance and I can see her shuffling her feet and biting her lip, obliviously uncomfortable.
“Um … yeah,” she answers.
“Right this way,” I swing my arm over to lead her to the back door. “Are you in a class with her?” For a reason I don’t even know, I make conversation to make her feel welcomed.
“Yes.” She answers and from how near her voice is, she’s right at my heels.
“So, you guys are studying or something?” I ask, keeping the conversation going.
“Um … no … I’m here to take the spare room,” she admits and I spin around, causing her to run smack into my chest. My hands fly out to grip her arms and I hold her firm a few inches away. Her eyes blink a few times, gaining her balance before stepping back away from me.
“Roommate?” I question because we had talked about not being able to afford the house, but no one had actually said for sure we were getting another roommate, let alone a girl … a girl that I’ll want to fuck every time I see her.
“Um … yeah,” she says and my heart beats faster with the thought of seeing her in skimpy pajamas or better yet catching her out of the shower. Her wet skin as the water droplets fall down her body. Damn, get yourself together.
I’m positive she’s freaked out by my imagination of her naked body for my taking that thankfully, Chrissy emerges out the door. “Paige!” she exclaims and I allow this gorgeous creature’s name to roll off my tongue. “This is Rob.” Chrissy gives me a thumb motion and then grabs her hand and swipes her away from me.
Venturing into the kitchen, I try to appear as though I’m just here for a beer. The footsteps upstairs igniting an urge to follow, if only to stare at her ass while she walks in front of me. Dex saunters into the kitchen, smirk in place. “What’s up man?” He grabs a beer and twists it open, flinging the top into the trashcan.
“I didn’t know we were getting a roommate.” I mention and he shrugs.
“You knew we couldn’t afford it. We have the space so might as well get a few more.” He’s right on one account, especially if it’s Paige.
“I could have gotten a guy or two,” I remark and Dex laughs.
“Hell no. I’m getting too damn old for a bachelor party, not to mention, I don’t need Chrissy yelling every time your friend leaves the toilet seat up.” He laughs because Chrissy’s the coolest chick I’ve ever known and I’m pretty sure she’d never do that. But my friends would cause rifts for sure if they moved in. “This one seems nice,” he says, flipping through his phone. “Oh, dinners in the fridge. Chrissy made you a plate,” he reminds me.
“Thanks.” I stand back up and pull out the foil-covered plate Chrissy left for me. Opening the drawer, I pull out a fork and venture back to the table. “What do you mean this one? Have there been more?” I can’t help but feel out of the loop.
“Yeah, Chrissy’s had a few come and look all week. Some don’t want a co-ed situation, others she’s not so hot on.” He never glances up from his phone.
“When do we get a say?” I ask, piling a fork full of food into my mouth.