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“Good morning, gorgeous,” he says, looking like a male model with his left arm behind his head.
I bite my lip nervously, looking down at my body sprawled over Kalum’s shirtless chest. My stomach leaps. His muscled thigh is between my legs. I push myself up and almost decide against it because I can feel his erection by my hip.
“If you keep moving like that, we won’t make it out of this bed, princess.”
He keeps calling me beautiful endearments that any girl would love to hear from a guy like Kalum. He’s gorgeous any time of the day, and last night, he had been so sweet.
“I’m sorry, but I have never slept in a bed with a guy before. I am not used to… you know.”
His grin widens, and he raises his brow. “I’m glad I’m your first,” he says in a husky tone.
My cheeks flame, and my heart beats wildly. Heat rushes through my body, with the awareness that his erection is hard like steel under me. My nipples strain and need pools between my thighs. I want nothing more than to feel him against me the way I want, but this is Kalum.
Mean Kalum I can deal with.
Nice Kalum is dangerous.
He can melt my panties in a puddle at my feet with one word and a single caress.
Sliding out of bed without touching his manhood, I notice my breasts can be seen through my shirt, and my shorts are too short for comfort as I stand at the edge of the bed. He makes no move to get out. His legs almost hang over the edge of the mattress at the foot of the bed, making him look funny.
“It’s Saturday,” he says.
I check my phone and see a missed text from Exie telling me she will be here around five to pick me up and head to the fair. “Yeah, I have plans.”
He shrugs his shoulders. “I do, too. What are you up to today?”
My eyes are trained on my phone, reading the rest of the text saying her brother will also be there and a couple of his friends.
Sending her a message thanking her for the invite and telling her it’s cool, I look up. “I’m going to the county fair with Exie. She invited me.”
He stiffens, and when I raise my head, he looks away. “Yeah, that is where I’m headed with the guys and?—”
“Your girlfriend, Sarah,” I finish for him.
Hearing it out loud is like acid burning my tongue. What he sees in her is beyond me except she reminds me of Melissa, a girl who can give a guy what he needs between the sheets.
It is the only thing I could come up with. When Kalum kissed me last night, it was like nothing else mattered. If he kisses Sarah like that, it’s no wonder she is a possessive bitch. How she could sleep with Jimmy behind Kalum’s back, even after Kalum made it official, is beyond me. I take a deep breath.
“I promise to stay away. You won’t even know I’m there.”
“Aura.”
I raise a hand. “It’s cool. I understand.” I sigh. “It was why I said it wasn’t right for you to be inside my room. I appreciate you staying with me last night. You were great and were there for me when I needed someone.”
“But,” he blurts out.
My eyes soften, and my heart constricts. What I want to say is how I crave this side of him so much more. How he’s perfect.
But he isn’t mine. He belongs to someone else, and I refuse to be the housekeeper cliché, sneaking around with the owner’s son. He’s right. We have a strong attraction to each other, but it would never work. I don’t fit in, and he would be ashamed of being seen with someone like me. His parents would most likely kick me out if they found out.
“You have a girlfriend, and she doesn’t deserve his housekeeper allowing her boyfriend in her room late at night. It is wrong, and I don’t want any trouble. I’m not in the best position, and this isn’t my home.”
“This is your home.”
I shake my head. “I work here—cleaning and doing the laundry and grocery shopping.” I walk over and pull open the sliding door to the wall-to-wall closet revealing one suitcase, a box with pictures and memories of my parents, and five Spencer Academy uniforms with three pairs of shoes. “This is what I am and all I have to my name.” I wave my hand, showcasing the few items I have inside. “We’re too different.”
I had condensed my belongings to one suitcase after throwing away most of my clothes that were old with age and looked threadbare.
