I thought I had her figured out. Now I’m rethinking everything. The last thing I expected was for there to be a sexy little minx under those designer clothes. But fuck, when she reached her hand up under skirt and I caught a glimpse of that lingerie, all I wanted was to drag her off the train and see if there was a hidden little sex kitten dying to come out and play.
My cock is aching by the time I get home, and I glance at the clock, cursing when I realize I don’t have much time to do anything about it. I change out of my suit quickly, unable to resist taking my throbbing dick in my fist as I remember the way she wiggled that sweet ass on top of me, imagining what it would have been like to slide inside of her right there on the train.
I’m so fucking close already that it won’t take much, but I bite out another curse when the doorman buzzes.
“Yeah?” I grit out through the intercom after I throw on jeans and a roll up the sleeves of my dress shirt, removing my tie and unbuttoning the collar.
“Your appointment is here.”
“Send him up.”
I glance around the apartment, satisfied that the maid service did a good job today. I really hope this Adrian guy is a good fit. I don’t need a roommate, but I get bored easily being alone all the time. Yeah, I have plenty of women to keep me company, but they’re only interested in what I can give them. I just want someone around to keep the apartment from feeling less lonely. A guy that I don’t have to worry about trying to get to my bank account by way of getting into my pants.
When the knock sounds, I stride over and open the door. The friendly smile falls in an instant as I struggle to comprehend how she is standing outside my apartment.
My sexy as hell closet freak.
She looks just as confused, her perfect mouth opening and closing a few times, her eyebrows drawing together.
“Reese?” she finally says, doubt in her voice, and a hint of something else. Wariness?
How does she know my name?
“That’s me.” I give her a grin that should disarm her, but instead her eyes widen and she shakes her head.
“Oh my god.” She closes her eyes. “I’m Adrienne.”
Adrienne. A name that’s just as sexy as she is.
“Well, how can I help you, Adrienne?” I have a few ideas.
It’s almost a whisper, and I lean in closer. “I’m here to tour the apartment.”
Shit. Adrienne. Not Adrian.
My assistant booked the appointments and screened the candidates. Right now I’m wondering if I should fire her or give her a raise. Because how the hell did she not know it was a woman?
I should be pissed. I don’t need another woman trying to edge her way into my life. But all I can think about right now is that I’m one damn lucky bastard. Because this woman living in my apartment? My mind goes straight to her prancing around in her underwear, late night movies turning into late night fuck fests. Because that’s totally what coed roomies do. Right?
My irrational fantasies are shot down real fast when she backs up, shaking her head. “I thought Reese was a girl. I’m sorry. I’ll just go.”#p#分页标题#e#
Adrienne turns, her face stricken, and I move before I think.
“The hell you will.”
I grab her elbow and pull her toward me, into my apartment, and push the door shut, backing her against it.
Her mouth falls open, blue eyes wide, and her breath hitches before resuming at a faster pace, her breasts heaving beneath the demure silk blouse that I want to rip off of her.
I stand for a minute, pinning her between my arms as I rest a palm on either side of her face. All I know is that everything in me is screaming not to let this woman walk away.
Lowering my head, I lean in to whisper in her ear, sensing the shudder that runs through her as my breath skates across her skin. “Now that I have you here, there is no fucking way you’re leaving.”
Adrienne swallows hard. “I should leave.” Her tongue darts out nervously to moisten her lips, and I’m done. “But I don’t want to.”
I don’t respond. There’s nothing left to say. Everything that built up on the train just a little while ago is hanging right there between us, and I’m about to fucking do something about it.
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Adrienne
Reese is my train guy? The person I’m only meeting as a formality because I desperately need this apartment is the very same guy I just ground myself against on a train until I was so wet all it would take was a touch to make me explode?
I can’t even wrap my head around it because all I can process is that his mouth is inches from mine, the raw lust in his eyes making his intention clear.