Under His Roof - Love Under Lockdown

I put the notebook away and get up to close the bedroom door. Once it’s closed, I flop down on the bed, and my mind involuntarily starts thinking of how his body looks in the tailored suits he wears to the main office.

I can’t stop myself from moaning softly again. Thank goodness he isn’t close enough to hear me. I’m still surprised by how much of a shock to my sexual system it was to see him in a form-hugging tee shirt and pajama pants. He might look handsome in a suit, but oh my gosh, I wanted to jump his bones when he opened the front door earlier.

I’m helplessly wet thinking about that. The urge is so overwhelming that before I even realize it, I’m already reaching down to touch myself. I wonder yet again how his fingers would feel inside of me, as I push my own in.

I realize now just how much I want that to happen. I was already on the edge from being around him at work all day today, so I cum quickly with his name on my lips. I take a breath and fix my clothes. I need to go to the bathroom again and clean up.

I cannot help wondering if I will be able to survive in this close proximity to him for a couple of weeks, or longer. My time here is going to be very difficult. I’m not doing a good enough job of fighting my feelings for him.

It is going to take every ounce of willpower that I have to stay sane. I sincerely hope that I am strong enough to be able to resist. I don’t know if I am.

I have never had anyone test me like this before. I’ll have to try out different techniques and see which ones keep my heart down the best.

There is a lot more effort involved with killing a crush than I originally thought. That’s okay, though, because I have never been afraid of a little hard work.

I try not to look at him as I walk past his office to go to the bathroom. I feel a small sense of pride at being able to do that. I decide a shower is in order.

The hot water will definitely relax me and help me to go to sleep later when it’s time.

I need a good, dreamless night, after whatever work Matt has for me to do.

But first, I need to clean myself off after a long day of work and before starting an “evening shift” here at Mr. Barnes’ mansion.

Right now, I don’t want to think about anything.

Especially not him.

Chapter 4

Cassie

After my bath, I put on some comfortable PJs, hoping their casualness doesn’t make me look too obnoxious and young, as if I’m going to a slumber party. I decided to err on that side of things, though, instead of anything sexy, because I’m afraid to reveal my true feelings.

Mr. Barnes finally called me out to help him with work – I guess he did, indeed, have actual work for me to do here.

So, now, I have been working with Matt on a twenty-page client contract for several hours, though it feels as though it’s been even longer. I have a chair next to him at the desk. I get up to stretch and walk around the room as he puts the finishing touches on the document.

“We are finally done,” Matt announces happily as he puts down his pen.

“Wonderful!” I reply with relief.

I glance at the clock on his desk and am alarmed to see that it is already ten at night. I knew we had been working a long time, but I didn’t realize it had gotten this late. I watch him read through the papers quickly before he files them away.

I remember something that happened just a while ago that makes me want to smile, but I hold it back. Over the entire time that we were working together tonight, I caught him looking at me several times.

I wonder to myself what that was about.

I hope it’s nothing bad.

As I’m thinking, Matt stands up at his desk and also stretches.

“How about a quick break before we move onto the next project?” he suggests.

Thank goodness.

Not only am I ready for a break, but I also need an opportunity to leave his presence and cool off my thoughts about him and get my concentration back in order.

“Sounds great! Why don’t I make us dinner?” I offer.

“What a lovely idea, thank you, Cassie,” he replies.

We exchange polite smiles and I walk out of the office. I breathe a sigh of relief once I am in the kitchen. I really need to get some space from him right now.

I plan to make my specialty, beef stew. I came up with the recipe myself, and no one has ever been able to resist it. I’m sure that he’ll love it, and I can’t help thinking of that old adage that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.