Page 13 of Roommate Wanted
“Might be her fanny,” Amara snickered.
“Might be a yeast infection gone wrong,” I said, but when I looked into Claire’s office, she was glaring at us. “She’s watching us.”
Amara turned to face her computer, and I picked up my phone to message her.
Me:Might be her soul rotting. Oh, wait—she doesn’t have one.
I heard her giggle before she messaged me back.
Amara:You’re going to get me sacked.
Me:I will be dead. Murder by Single White Male: The Sequel.
With a smile, I shook the mouse and brought up my spreadsheet. It was time to get back to work. The numbers blurred as I thought of Lyall. He’d been a perfect gentleman last night. He helped me into bed before he left, but I could have sworn his eyes glowed in the dark. I shook my head. Drinking midweek had been a terrible idea.
I needed to go above Claire and ask Alan if I could do a hybrid work shift. Splitting my time between the office and working from home would be much better than having her hanging over my head 24/7.
She was beginning to make me anxious, and the thought of coming into work made me feel sick. Were it not for Amara and a few of the girls in the accounting department, I’d be on antidepressants.
A sexy Scottish stud was not in the cards for me.
I sighed heavily and picked up my coffee.
Chapter 7
Lyall
Iknocked on the door and waited for Nia. The television cut out, and I heard her footsteps grow closer. I heard her conversation with Amara at work and received her text, but I was going nowhere. She looked through the peephole before she opened the door.
“Lyall, what are you doing here? Didn't you get my message?” she asked with her hand fluttering to her collarbone, rubbing at an invisible spot.
“What message?” I asked feigning innocence.
“I—well, I was drunk last night. I’m so sorry, Lyall, but I need a female roommate,” she said before swallowing hard, her throat bobbed as if the words were stuck.
“But ah handed ma notice in. Ah’ve got naewhere tae go,” I pleaded, nodding at the box I held. “Look, ah promise tae be the best roommate yu've ever hud.”
“Lyall, I can’t—”
Please, Nia, where cun ah go? All ma family is in Scotland. yae were happy tae let me move in last night…”
She chewed on her lip as guilt flitted across her features.
“Okay.” She exhaled, her grip on the door tightening for a second before she shuffled aside.“This is a trial period. AndI’ll need this month’s rent upfront. One month. Nothing more, nothing less.”
And just like that, I was living with my mate.
With a hidden grin, I walked past her to put my boxes down before retrieving my suitcase and last box from the corridor. By the time I put everything in my new bedroom, she was in the living room muttering about the movie Single White Female. I hid behind the hallway wall and sniffed the air, testing it before I licked my lips to taste it. The scent was slowly maturing.
Almost there. Conall said, but his voice was faint and strained.
We needed to go out for a run. It was difficult in London because the city never slept. There was a nearby park where we could do a few laps. I knew all of her pet peeves regarding roommates, and on top of her list was food theft. There was cleanliness and invasion of privacy.
Two out of three wasn't so bad.
“Am going tae the shops. Dae yae need anyhin’?” I called out.
“Can you pick me up a pay rise and a guide on how to get rid of your soul-sucking boss?”
