Alphahole (Alphahole Roommates 1)

He reaches his right hand over his left shoulder and starts hauling his t-shirt over his head.

“No!” I shout.

“Then you won’t have to feel awkward,” he reasons, tossing his t-shirt to the counter. His hands go to his fly.

“Aiden, stop it!” I cover my eyes with my hands.

And then I feel heat. Body heat. He’s directly right against me. My breath hitches as I gasp.

“Your sure?” He whispers this directly into my ear. His mouth touches my neck directly below my ear. I shiver, then let go of my eyes, and put my hands against his chest and try to shove.

His arms wind around my waist and now he’s looking down into my eyes. Arms around me.

Oh shit. His skin is hot. His eyes are burning into me. Why am I turned on?

Flashes of Dream Aiden assault my brain.

“Show you mine, since I saw yours. C’mon, peaches. I’m a good sport.”

“Lemme go,” I push at his chest. His naked, hot muscled chest. Fuck! He steps back. His fly is undone, and I catch a glimpse of the path to his treasure. I turn my head away.

“It’ll make you feel better, baby…”

“You’re an HR nightmare. How has CC not gotten sued?”

“I don’t sexually harass everyone. I’m rather selective, in fact.”

I roll my eyes. “Do up your pants, please.”

He does. And I curse the butterflies in my stomach.

“If it helps you feel better, it was a really nice eyeful, Carly.”

I look away. “It doesn’t make me feel better. And you scared the bejesus out of me.”

“Yeah, well… I explained already,” he mumbles and his jaw muscles flex.

I roll my eyes.

His phone makes a swish sound and he lifts it from the counter, peeks at it, then shoves it in his pocket.

“I’m drivin’ you to work this morning,” he announces. “I’ve told Pinky to go ahead without you.”

“What?”

“Think you heard me.”

“I don’t understand,” I say.

“I’m the boss, right?”

“At work, yeah,” I answer and start spooning sugar in, then grab milk from the fridge.

“And we’re heading to work. I’m driving you.”

“Why?” I ask.

“There’s a reason.”