Under His Roof - Love Under Lockdown

I see Cassie pull up and wave at me from her car. I’m actually very nervous about having her in my home. That’s a first. I’m usually very calm around women.

I lured her here by telling her that I’ll need to work from home during the quarantine, but that’s not actually the truth. Our office was never ordered to close. I have a different plan in mind. I want to get her close enough to me to convince her that she suits my life just as she suits my office. You could say that I want her and I need her to be mine.

All this was an elaborate scheme that I had been planning for a while. This virus presented the perfect opportunity to make it happen.

I watch her through the window as she gets out of her car, dressed in her little skirt and heels. I all but lick my lips as she gets closer. I walk the few short steps to the front door and open it for her, so she doesn’t need to knock.

I have a smile on my face as I greet her. I made sure I was freshly shaved and showered for her arrival. She takes me by surprise when instead of a hello, a soft moan comes out. We are both shocked into silence.

I watch as her face turns red. She quickly clamps her mouth shut and looks down at the ground. Her embarrassment is clearly evident. I struggle to collect myself, too.

That moan was surprising, and also arousing. Her blush also catches my attention. I wasn’t prepared to feel a surge of lust so quickly.

“Come in,” I finally tell her after a few seconds of awkward silence, the big smile still on my face.

She doesn’t meet my eyes, but she does walk into the living room as I close the door behind her.

“Put your things down wherever. I think you’ll work in the living room and I’ll take the office,” I explain.

I’m trying to start a conversation between us, so things stop being awkward and she feels more comfortable around me.

“Okay, whatever you decide will be best,” she mutters after a moment.

I watch as she puts her things down on the coffee table. She looks around the room a few times before finally looking me in the face.

I love the color of her eyes, an entrancing green. It’s hard to tell whether or not she’s impressed by me, and, if so, if it’s just for my money, like many women are. She doesn’t strike me as a gold-digger, though.

“This is a nice place you have,” she compliments me quietly.

Her tone seems a little guarded or reserved as she speaks.

She’s very soft-spoken right now, as if she’s too shy to be around me. I have to admit that her timidity appeals to me very much. I’ve always kind of liked it when women act like that, although I don’t think she is acting.

She appears to be genuinely nervous about being here. I don’t know if it’s because we are alone together or if it’s just a bad reaction to me in general. That thought makes me worried, and now I’m hoping it’s not the latter of the two. That would be really disappointing and make my plan much more difficult.

I clear my throat, forcing myself to focus, and start a new conversation with her.

“Allow me to show you to your room. You can stay in it while we are working here together, ” I tell her, and I beckon for her to follow me out of the living room and down the hallway.

“Should I bring my things?” she asks me. I pause and turn to look at her.

“That’s up to you, or you can put them away after work. I was just planning to show you around right now,” I reply.

She nods and follows me down the hall. I open the door to the guest bedroom, and she walks inside. As we go, I steal tiny glances at her shapely hourglass figure. I can’t help it – my attraction for her is stronger than ever, now that she is in my house.

I try not to think about how that puts her in close proximity to my bedroom. If I do that, I’m just going to want to pick her up in my arms and take her there right now. I want to throw her on my bed and rip her prim little office clothes off.

Shaking the fantasy out of my head, I show her the spare bathroom is just a short distance away.

“That’s good because I kind of need to use the restroom,” she admits, sounding embarrassed.

“Go ahead. Take your time, I’ll be in my office.” I reply, gesturing to its door nearby.

“Ok, sounds good,” she chirps as she quickly disappears into the bathroom.

That makes me want to laugh a little. It’s almost cute, in a way. Like she’s flirting without meaning to.