Page 5 of Strip for Me

“Well, that’s two things you have said since we met, that I don’t know how to respond to,” he says, reminding me that I talk too much. I’m making a big mess of this.

“I’m sorry . . . I just . . .,” I get out as I look down at the floor, and he steps closer, so close that I can see his bare feet. Even his feet look attractive, how is that fair?

I blink when I feel his warm finger lift my chin up until I’m staring into his brown eyes behind his glasses. Now that we are closer I can see how dark they are, they bounce off his dark-brown hair.

"You never need to say sorry to me, especially not for making me speechless. I'm Dominic Gagne, but you can call me Dom," he says, and this time he leaves me speechless as he lets go. I watch as he walks over and opens the doors to the right.

"This is the kitchen, help yourself to anything you’d like, while I go and put some clothes on," he says, making my eyes dip to the amount of skin he is showing. How could I forget that?

I pull my eyes up and say, "Sorry if I woke you up."

"No problem," he smiles as he looks me over and clears his throat. I watch as he walks past me and runs up the stairs. I walk into the kitchen which is modern and fitted with black and white units. There is a large breakfast table in the middle with six stools placed around it. Again, there isn’t anything personal,nothing other than a few bills on the counter and a basket of fruit. There is a large coffee maker, one of those expensive ones you can add shots to. I pull myself into a seat just as I hear the sound of a door opening.

A man walks into the kitchen–a man I have never seen–and stops dead in his tracks as he sees me.

"Whoa, didn't expect to see you there, little missy," the man says with a slight Welsh accent coming through his words.

The man is extremely good looking with a large chest dipping into a small, toned waist. He can only be a bit taller than me I would guess. He has a ton of wavy, blond hair that’s gelled to the side to show off his green eyes. The man has on a tight, grey shirt and jeans that show me how impressive his body is. Whereas Dom looked a little older than me, I would guess this guy is around my age. So, Andre lives with not one, but two, hot guys? Where did he find his roommates?

TotalHottiesForRoomates.com?

"Hi," I wave, and he smiles as he cocks his head to the side. The man has a freshly shaven jaw, and it’s clear he looks after himself from the clean, clear skin he has. The man has tanned skin as well. Either it’s fake, or he spends a lot of time away from here. You don’t get a tan like his in York.

"Not that you're not welcome, because you really, really are," he stops as he looks me over and then grins. "Women are not allowed in the house, it's the only rule we have. So, who are you?" he asks as he leans against the door frame.

"I'm here to see Andre, and Dom let me in," I say, and his eyes widen slightly before he recovers quickly.

"He let you call him Dom?" he asks, and I nod.

"Bloody hell, that’s impressive," the man says and takes a few steps closer to me. What is with him and Dom standing so close? Why do they both have to look far more attractive up close as well? I can see this man has a thin line of freckles over his noseand cheeks that is really cute. He has a slight scar near his left eyebrow, but other than that he has a perfect face.

"What's your name, little missy?" he asks me slowly as his eyes run all over my face. I don’t know what he is looking for, but his expression seems to soften at what he finds.

"It's Ellie," Dom says in a sharp voice behind the man, and he turns to look at him. His hand brushes mine before he takes a step away.

"So, you let a girl in here?" the man asks, his voice has a note of humour in it.

"Long story, but you’re going to want to stay around to hear it," Dom pats the man on the shoulder as he walks to the fridge. I watch as he gets out a bottle of water, holding the fridge open as he looks inside. I can’t look away as he opens the bottle, as his shoulder holds the fridge door open, and he drinks a long gulp. Dom’s eyes meet mine as he lowers the bottle. The little drops of water on his lips just make him look more attractive. I seriously must be going mad if I’m thinking little drops of water on some guy’s lips are attractive. I’m blaming it on the hormones.

"Whatever, dude," the man says snapping my attention away from Dom, who is staring at me. The man takes the seat right next to me, close enough that his thigh is pressed against mine. There are five seats to choose from and he picks the only one that means he can be close to me.

"I'm Kaiden," the man says as he stares at me. The name suits him; I don’t know why exactly, but it sounds playful, which is exactly what I think Kaiden is like. I really like his green eyes, I’m such an eye girl when it comes to men. My ex-husband had blue ones. They looked like ice, and he was just as cold in his heart. It was just a shame I had to waste so long with him before I figured that out. No, Kaiden’s eyes are bright yet deep, they make you want to sink into them. The sound of Dom shutting the fridge makes me look away from Kaiden’s deep, green eyes.

"Nice to meet you," I say, but I don't look at him. I keep forgetting the reason I’m here, and it’s not to drool over my baby’s father’s roommates. I’m sure he will stop wanting to be near me when he hears I’m pregnant, and his roommate is the father. That’s a turn off for anyone, right?

No, I have to accept that I have to put my baby first, now. No more dating until I have a job and a place to live. Not that I’m in any league with these guys. I still have no idea why someone who looked like Andre would even look my way.

"So, why are you looking for Andre?" Kaiden asks me as I move my leg away from his. I can’t be touching him as I tell him this. His eyes narrow on my leg, but he, thankfully, doesn’t say anything about me moving away.

"Because I'm pregnant with his baby," I say, and a loud bang makes me jump and look behind me.

Andre is standing there, his jaw tight, and bags of shopping are all over the floor.

Whoops.

That is not how I wanted to tell him, and his shocked face tells me this was not a good idea. Holy ducks, I knew I should have sent him a letter.

Five

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