Roommate Material

That was honestly the best I’d ever had.

7

Alex

I watched as she slept, snoring gently against the pillow. Her glorious mess of hair reminded me of a halo or an adorable nest for her to lie upon. Last night had been, without a doubt, an amazing surprise. Tia defied all of my expectations. She was so much sexier than I had imagined. Every kiss she gave, every run of her hand over my skin left me yearning. There was something deeper at play here, something so much more profound than a feeling of accomplishment. I thought that was what I wanted, to be able to score with this amazing woman. But now that I had her, I realized just how different Tia was to me when compared to every other woman I’d had in my life. And it scared me just how much I admired and adored her. This was no longer about winning, or proving to Molly I could seduce an unwinnable woman. Tia was so much more than a prize to be won. She was special. She was different.

I didn’t believe at love at first sight. But that was before I laid eyes on Tia. Smart, strong, determined Tia. She worked hard to get where she was, to become the lawyer she always wanted to be. She wasn’t like me, relying on my father’s wealth and reputation to keep me in a school I really didn’t deserve to be in. Tia was a hard worker, someone who deserved all the love and attention in the world. But she was also someone who was struggling, despite her gifts. And my God, did I want to make sure she got whatever her heart desired. Tia deserved nothing less than perfect.

She stirred, slowly cracking her eyes open against the soft glow of the morning light. The smile that stretched across her lips left me feeling high. I could look at her all day and never get bored. It should have been illegal to look as beautiful and breathtaking as she did. I reached out and tucked a strand of her wild curls behind her ear, grazing her soft cheek with the back of my finger.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I greeted.

“Good morning yourself,” she giggled. I could drown in her laughter and be totally at peace with it.

I kissed her forehead, rolling slightly to press my body to hers. I was already half-hard just from looking at her. “Do you want to pick up where we left off last night?” I asked, winking at her suggestively.

Tia smiled, but shook her head. “I have that meeting with your father today, remember?”

I clicked my tongue. “Right. Totally forgot about that.”

She started to roll out of bed, but I clung to her beautiful hips. I whined, already missing her warmth. Tia giggled again, running her hand through my hair as she slowly pried herself free. She stood at the edge of the bed, leaning over to offer me a chaste kiss.

“How about,” she started, “we have fun later tonight when I get home?”

“Promise?”

“Promise,” she assured me.

She hurried out the bedroom door and down the hall to her own room. I could hear her unzip that massive suitcase she had brought with her, rummaging through her clothes for something appropriate to wear. I groaned as I finally sat up in bed, throwing on a pair of grey sweatpants I had left on a nearby chair. I started toward the kitchen, watching as Tia hurried past me, pulling her hair into a high pony tail.

“Do you have time for me to make you breakfast?” I asked. This was another surprise to me. I normally never offered to make any of my previous female guests breakfast first thing in the morning. But Tia deserved something delicious in her stomach, deserved to start her day off right.

She shook her head before planting an apologetic kiss on my cheek. “Sorry, no time.” She was always running late, I was starting to learn. “Anything I should know before I got to be interviewed by your father?”

“Not really,” I responded. “Just be yourself.”

A twinge of nervousness flashed across her eyes. “You sure? I really can’t afford to screw this up. Not after… Well, not after Richardson & Sachs.”

“You’re going to be great, Tia. Don’t get in your own head about it. I’m the one who recommended you, so the likelihood that my father will deny you the job is pretty slim.”

Tia smiled sweetly at me and my heart pounded in my chest. In the soft morning light, she looked like a fucking angel.

“I’ll see you tonight,” she said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “See you tonight.”

Tia gave me a cute little wave before snatching her purse from off one of the kitchen island stools. I listened to her hurried footsteps against the cold apartment floor. She shuffled by the doorway, slipping into a pair of high heels and throwing on her jacket.