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Cole
“Yeah, man, I hear ya,” I say to Marcus as he rattles off about their crazy flight. “I’m up. Yeah, I got everything you asked for and a few extra things just in case.”
“Thanks, man. We’ll be home in twenty. I can’t fucking wait to sleep. I think I could sleep for a solid twenty-four hours the way I feel right now.”
I hear a soft voice in the background but don’t understand what she says.
“Alright, I’ll let you go. See you both soon. Looking forward to meeting Lyla,” I say, trying to sound as nice as possible because, in fact, I am not looking forward to meeting my new female roommate. Not a fan of the idea of sharing my space with a woman again. Not my bathroom, where she is sure to bitch about how dirty I leave the sink or don’t put down the toilet seat or how I leave my towel on the floor. I don’t even want to think about the kitchen and the rest of the house. It’s clean now, but I can almost hear the nagging and complaining.
To say I’m nervous is an understatement, but I’m hoping to start out on the right foot at least. For the sake of Marcus anyway. I don’t know this chick and would be fine leaving it that way, but she needs help, so I’ll play nice. For now. It’s nine thirty when I hear the garage door open. I run my hands nervously down my beard and push back from my home office desk and close my laptop.
The front door opens, and I hear them laughing. Walking down the stairs, I freeze dead in my tracks. She’s fucking gorgeous. Tall and tan with long, straight black hair. She’s wearing a tight navy skirt that hits just below her knees and a white shirt that shows off her big perky tits. Damn it.
“Hi. You must be Cole,” Lyla says, walking farther into the apartment and extending her right hand. I take it without realizing what I’m even doing. My body just wants to touch her.
“That’s me. It’s nice to meet you, Lyla.”
Her hand slips into mine, and it’s like a current rips from her fingers to mine. It flows straight to my cock; I kid you not. I can’t help but stare, but she can’t look away either. In our magnetic staring contest I notice that her eyes are green and have specks of gold, and they are boring into mine like I might be the best thing she’s ever looked at. It feels good. Hell, it feels fucking fantastic.
“Knock that shit off right now. Both of you. Stop eye fucking. There will be no fucking of any kind between you two, ya hear me?” Marcus says as he closes the front door and locks it. I drop her hand reluctantly and the trance we were in is broken.
“Listen to your boy. It’s for the best. No one wants a ride on this hot mess express,” she says with a sarcastic laugh, but I notice her smile doesn’t reach her eyes this time. I watch her as she starts to look around the room taking in the bachelor pad. I’m still speechless. I just watch as she takes in the open kitchen with black carboards and simple living room furnished in mostly black leather furniture with a matching coffee table. The house is all old brick inside and out and I left the old brick exposed when I renovated the place. As I stare at her I can’t help but wonder what she thinks of it. It was remodeled from a shoe factory originally built in the 1940s. The ceilings are twelve feet which is a plus for me, at over six feet tall, but the room itself is pretty small.
“Cole set up a bedroom for you upstairs, I think,” Marcus tells her.
“Yeah, I did,” I say with far too much enthusiasm. “The last one to the left when you head up the stairs, which you can find straight down that hall.” I point to the dark hallway behind me.
“Cool, thank you. I’m going to go to bed for the rest of my life. It was nice to meet you, though, Cole,” she says with a wink and walks around me and down the hall.
“Stop it,” Marcus whispers beside me. I’m still unable to unglue my eyes from her amazing ass as she fades into the dark hallway. The staircase light comes on, and she climbs them, and I finally let out a huge breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
“That can’t happen. You are the last thing she needs right now. Please promise me you won’t.” He says thinking I didn’t hear him the first time.
“Marcus, buddy, pal, brother, you did not tell me you were best friends with the sexiest woman ever known to man. You held out on me. I feel like it’s my job as her roommate to show her a good time. Make her forget all about her troubles…and her name,” I say with a tilt to my head and a cocky smirk on my face. Marcus is not smiling. My smile drops and my eyebrows shoot to the ceiling. “What?” I say defensively.
“Keep your fucking hands off her, Cole, or so help me I will beat your ass into the ground.”
“What the hell, Marcus? Since when?” I ask, shocked that he would have a real problem with me on this matter.
“Since it’s Lyla.” He glares at me, not even a friendly smile on his dark face. “I mean it, Cole. She just had her world flipped, and the last thing she needs is a guy like you trying to get in her pants. Just leave her alone, man. She’s my sister in any real way that matters, and I’m asking you man to man not to touch her.” He walks over and sits on the sofa and rubs his hands down his face as he exhales.
“I don’t mean to sound like a dick, but I’m so stressed right now and to have this happen to her just kills me. She doesn’t deserve this. She’ll act like nothing’s wrong, like she’s got it all under control and nothing affects her, but it does, and I don’t know how to help her this time.” Marcus’ worried face sends guilt straight to my gut. I need to chill out, even if it’s the last thing my body wants to do.
“I want to be offended, but this clearly isn’t the time. I’m sorry, man. I’ll behave and I’ll help with anything I can.”
“Thank you. It’s not like you stood a chance anyway,” he says as a slow smile creeps across his face.
“Oh, very fucking funny. I don’t know where you were a minute ago, but your girl was drooling all over me, but I understand, you obviously got friend-zoned and you’re feeling a little jealous now that she’s seen a real man. I bet that stings.” I say with a little wink, relieved when he laughs.
“Night.” I say and walk back down the hall and upstairs to my room. After the door closed, I take a deep breath and sigh. I was fully prepared to hate this chick. It’s a lot harder knowing she’s a raven-haired goddess and I can’t fuck her. I can’t even touch her and that’s all my body wants to do. I know Marcus is right. It’s not like I would date her. Or even wine and dine her. I would happily fuck her for hours, but then I would be done and shit around here would be awkward. I better not complicate things for her or make shit weird around the house for everyone. Especially since I work from home more often than not. I’ll just leave her alone. Help where I can and just keep to myself. Easy enough. A damn shame but I’m a disciplined man; I can keep it in my pants. As I close my eyes, my mind wanders, and I remember the way she looked me up and down like I was dinner. Fuck, I’m in trouble.
