Roomie Wars Box Set

I smile, unwillingly, bringing his head up to mine until our eyes meet.

“Yes, I am. Still want to marry me?”

His eyes dance in delight, flickering back with hope and love. With a wide grin, he moves his face inward and our lips touch—a simple kiss that travels to every point in my body and makes me melt underneath him.

“Try stopping me,” he says with a grunt, inserting his cock inside me as I begin to come undone.

***

“Oh my gosh, Zoey!” Mia throws her arms around me, squeezing me tight as I struggle to breathe.

Mia, my close friend, just returned from Greece. Her husband, Troy, had traveled with her on their last trip before their baby was born. I waited for her to return, so I could finally share the good news.

It is early Monday morning, and both of us are preparing for a new employee to start today. Looking extremely uncomfortable, Mia shifts her body on the chair and attempts to cross her legs to no avail. She doesn’t make pregnancy look appealing. From day one, she’s complained about nausea, gas, indigestion, and every other bodily ailment you can name.

Despite her pregnancy complaints, I enjoy working with her, and we have become such close friends.

When I returned from London,

I set up my own small business using the knowledge and experience I’d gained overseas. However, a month later, Mr. Becker, my former boss, offered me a position I couldn’t refuse to run the office here in San Diego while he moved to Colorado to set up a new office.

It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. The money that comes with a new title is a nice perk. Drew told me to negotiate some terms—throwing in a car plus allowing me to still build my business on the side. Here’s the thing, I hate negotiating. I’m always afraid of rejection and would mentally climb into a hole of sheer embarrassment given the chance.

But thanks to Drew, I stood my ground. I asked Mr. Becker, and he said yes without any hesitation. Perhaps my positive experience got to my head a little. Given my newly-found confidence, I found myself bartering the strangest of things including pizza from the joint down the block. Pepe was quick to shut me down, but eventually, he caved and added the extra pepperoni at no expense.

“Describe everything. All details except for when he screwed you afterward because I know Drew’s a horny guy so leave that out.” Mia wraps her hands around the cup of tea pursing her lips against the steam as she waits in anticipation for me to talk.

I walk her through the whole proposal, down to the way he had scattered the tealight candles. And of course, I left out the grand finale when I asked him to take me then and there in his dashing navy suit. Suits do this thing to my libido. There’s nothing hotter than a man in a suit. Especially when he is my man. The poor neighbors must have heard us. I’m not exactly the quietest when it comes to being pleasured by my fiancé.

“So, do you have any ideas yet? Dates, dresses, venue?”

My coffee—extra strong—sits in my Pac-Man mug teasing me with its delicious aroma, a gag gift from one of my co-workers. The joke, however, was on her. The mug is awesome, and I use it several times a day. Taking a sip, the caffeine easily makes its way down giving me an instant boost of energy or so my body thinks. Drew drinks coffee to stay awake on the job but often complains that I drink only the cheap stuff and should switch to something more exotic. Coming from someone who’s all about being organic, I find it highly amusing.

“A couple of ideas, but to be honest, I’m trying to let it process. It’s surreal.” I look at the ring that sits on my finger smiling at the piece of perfection Drew chose.

“What does Drew think? What does he want?”

“I don’t think he cares,” I tell her. “He’s so busy at the hospital, I’m not sure what time he’ll have off. Planning a wedding seems like a big deal. I probably should start thinking about something.”

I hated lying to Mia. And I’m not sure why I am in the first place. The wedding’s all I can think about. Secretly, when Drew falls asleep, I Google wedding dresses online. I also downloaded a complete wedding checklist after I saw how much a wedding planner would cost.

“I’ll come around tonight and drop off some wedding magazines so you can get started.”

“Sounds great.” I smile, reaching out for the last cookie in the jar in front of us until Mia snatches it from my hands like the Cookie Monster. Okay, I’ll give her a break. The baby needs it. Plus, I should think about going on some kind of pre-wedding diet. God forbid if I don’t fit in any dresses.

Mr. Becker walks into the kitchen with a gentleman beside him. The man—easily in his thirties—is quite an attractive guy. I’d say he’s six-foot-two with a very muscular build underneath his charcoal-gray suit. He isn’t wearing a tie—his two top buttons are undone exposing very tanned skin. My instinct tells me he’s not from around here. And I wish I would stop staring at his hair. It’s almost like a silver color mixed with dark blond and styled perfectly like he just stepped out of GQ.

“Zoey, Mia, please meet Slater Richards,” Mr. Becker introduces him, and funnily enough, he carries the same surname as me. Now that’s going to be confusing in the office.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Richards.” I extend my hand, shaking his while finding it odd to call him by that name.

“Ah, the other Richards.” He smirks, still holding onto my hand firmly. “I’d hate to think we’re related. Just call me Slater.”

The British accent stuns me, and in the corner of my eye, I am certain that Mia has completely melted into a pile of mush. She has a thing for accents.

Mr. Becker, who rarely shows any emotion, laughs hysterically like it’s the funniest thing he’s ever heard. Perhaps I’m missing the punchline. I turn toward Mia as she shrugs, a blank look on her face.

“Trust me, I’d know if we were related. My mom has spent years researching our family tree hoping to be related to a royal.”