Roommate - S01 E35

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Roommate - S01 E35

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 35

Blake

Having to work with the girl I had under me all of last night was torture. Especially with the flirty looks she'd shoot my way when no one was looking at her. And I wasn't sure if her dress was shorter than normal or if my imagination was just making me see more of her thighs.

I mean, I already knew what all of her looked like, so there was nothing left to imagine. It was more so me remembering what she looked like under her dress that had my mind wandering.

Shit, if no one was coming in to claim their rooms, I'd take her on the desk she was currently working on. Surely my dad wouldn't mind if I locked the front doors for thirty minutes. I'd come up with a good enough excuse by the time he questioned us about the complaints.

"Blake," Nicole's voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I focused my full attention on her as she smiled in amusement. "Mind helping her up to the tenth floor?"

"Well, of course." I turned to the middle aged woman waiting patiently in front of the work desk. "Ma'am." I nodded as I bent down to pick up her luggage from the floor. As I carried it into the elevator with the owner in tow, I looked over my shoulder at Nicole to wink.

Rolling her eyes, she shoo'd me away with her hand as someone else walked into the building, taking her attention away from me before the elevator doors could even close. Taking my chance, I admired the way she smiled as she spoke. The loose curls that weren't tucked into her bun bouncing as she nodded at the man before typing into the computer.

"Girlfriend?" The lady questioned as she watched me lean to the side to look at Nicole until the very last second before the elevator doors connected in the middle, separating me from her.

Caught off guard with the question, I snapped my eyes down at her and shook my head. "Oh, no. She's not my girlfriend."

"Shame. Unrequited love?"

I nearly sputtered. What? "No, I don't love any woman besides my mom and sister."

"The way you were just looking at her says otherwise, young man." She smiled at me like a mother who was proud of her son. "No man looks at a woman like that no matter how beautiful she is if they aren't in love."

Was I really staring that hard? Geez, I had to get it together. Not like I could tell this lady that all I felt at the moment was a raging boner that I was trying hard to cover with her luggage.

Instead of replying further, I stepped out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened up again and was going to rush to drop off her luggage by her door, only to remember that I only knew the floor, not her room number. I was left having to wait for her to guide me to her room anyway. I could only hope she was done asking awkward questions.

But of course my luck was ass.

"Young love is so beautiful when you both try hard to make it work, so I hope you both want to make it work."

Only thing I want to work is between her legs, lady.

I did nothing but offer her a smile and a nod before setting her luggage down by the door she stopped in front of. Tucking my hands into the pockets of my pants, I walked back towards the elevator.

When I made it back down to the lobby, I did my best to not stare as hard. If Nicole were to think anything related to what the lady did, I'd hate myself. The last thing I wanted was to lead her on. All I wanted was for both of us to have good enjoyable nights together.

• • •

"Yo, you good?" Justus snapped his fingers in front of my face and I smacked his hand away from me.

"I'm fine," I scoffed, "and I'm not a dog."

He laughed as he took a long swig of his soda. "You sure do act like one sometimes."

Son of a bitch. He was right, I did in fact chase after girls like a dog at times. "You don't have to snap your fingers at me though, dick."

Throwing his hands up, he mumbled a quick apology before downing the rest of his drink, crushing the can in his hand before dropping it into the nearest trash bin.

His eyes connected with something behind me and he waved with a smile, making me curious enough to turn around. Nicole was waving back with a smile just as big, and she was close enough for me to see the hint of red in her cheeks when she saw me look at her. Letting her curls fall in front of her face, she turned to the girl trying to get her attention. But I could see her glancing at me quickly every now and then.

Justus being the nosey little shit that he was, he threw an arm around my shoulders and guided me towards her. "Let's go have a talk with your girl, yeah?"

"She's not my girl."

"It better be mutual if you don't want your sister kicking your ass, then."

There was no way he knew. Or maybe he did. If he wasn't blind, of course he would catch on.

Shit. Did Patricia know?

"It kind of just happened." Was my weak attempt at justifying my actions. He was right, though. It was only a matter of time before Patricia kicked my ass for sleeping with yet another one of her friends. One that she clearly told me was off limits.

He nodded, slowing his steps as we got closer. Nicole noticed our approach and dismissed herself from the girl she was talking to as she waited for us to reach her.

"Hey, Justus," she greeted him first, tucking her hair behind her ear as she tilted her chin down at me in a quick silent greeting. I did the same.

"Hi, babe."

Both Nicole and I turned to Justus in shock, which only made him laugh. He removed his arm from around me and wrapped it around Nicole instead, guiding her away from me. He was talking to her, but he had taken her far enough away that I couldn't decipher a single word spoken.

I hated being left out.

The only hint I got that he was being embarrassing was the awkward glances she sent my way and the shy blush in her cheeks. I was gonna kick his ass if he was telling her something about me.

Once he was done being secretive, he let go of her and signaled me over with a wave of his hand. When I caught up, Nicole didn't even meet my eyes, letting me know that he did in fact tell her something about me. I glared at my best friend, and the smirk was further proof of my suspicions.

I flipped him the finger.

He dismissed himself shortly after, claiming his roommate texted him for some sort of help. Of course I didn't believe him, but Nicole was clueless of the fact that he just wanted to leave us alone in the awkwardness he created.

We walked together towards our dorm room, with her not speaking a single word and me not knowing what to even say. Realistically, I wanted to ask what the fuck he told her, but I didn't want to make her feel more uncomfortable by making her repeat what he said.

Deciding it was best to just drop it and hope she just eventually forgot, I granted us access into our room and let her walk in first before letting the door close behind me.

She rushed into the bathroom and I pulled my shirt over my head and stepped out of my jeans to get into bed. The sound of the water getting turned on let me know she was gonna shower. I was tempted to ask to join, claiming that we should save water, but honestly doubted it was the right time for that.

Instead, I played a few games on my phone as I waited for her to get out. And when she finally did, she did so in nothing but a towel.

I gulped, and I felt pathetic for it. But it was something I had zero control over at the sight of her wet hair letting droplets of water fall onto her exposed skin. The towel wasn't even tightly around her body, it was loosely wrapped, exposing her entire back.

She stepped over to the closet and turned her tanned back towards me, digging through her undergarments. When she finally picked one, she bent down right in front of me and stepped into a red little thong, pulling it up her damp legs. The towel lifted as she fixed them on her hips, dropping back down to cover her perfect round ass again.

Her hands then picked out one of her oversized hoodies, the towel dropping completely to her ankles as she pulled all her hair over her shoulder. Her back remained facing me as she put said hoodie on, but I got just enough of a view of her side boob, and I could feel my dick hardening under my blanket.

She knew what she was doing, and she was doing it well.