Page 9 of Roommate Wanted
My head snapped up because my DNA profile had a touch of Irish in me. The Scottish and the Irish always fascinated me, and here was a potential Scotsman looking to be my roommate.
“Can ah see yer room?”
I stared at him blankly.
Did he want to see my bedroom?
Dammit. I think I needed a translator.
This was bad. So, bad because I could see him in my bedroom, all right. Hair waving in the air, bare chest, with his kilt swinging around him. This was worse than bad. It was catastrophic. My ovaries just threw themselves at his feet. My entire career has been about risk assessment, and I have always been a cautious person since childhood. So why were my ovaries betraying me?
“The room yu’r advertising?” he asked, but his words crashed through my fantasy like a bucket of water over my head.
I shuffled back, my hand falling away from the hard flesh of his arm. He wasn't here for me. The man needed a place to live. He stepped past me, and I took a last whiff of his cologne. The scent was familiar, but in my wine-muddled brain, I couldn't place it. My eyes lingered on his ass as I tried to drag my mind out of the gutter.
I blinked at the fine denim-coated buttocks while it dawned on me that in my haste to put the ad out for the room, I’d forgotten to add that I needed a female. My eyes travelled up to his lustrous, dark head full of hair, and I knew it was a bad idea. I should tell him to leave.
I couldn't live with a man.
I couldn’t live withhim.
He looked over his shoulder with a wolfish smile.
Before I knew it, I was closing the door and walking towards him.
Fuck the universe.
Chapter 5
Lyall
Istepped into the hallway and forced myself to move past her. When she touched my arm, I thought I would snap the doorframe to smithereens. She was human, but she sniffed at me like a wolf.
She wants us. Conall said.
She is drunk. I retorted to him.
But we've been waiting all this time. At least touch her. No, no. Take a good sniff. Try and get as close to her pussy as you can.Touch her skin, it looks so soft. Conall said, but his ramblings got more agitated, and I had to push his voice to the back of my mind.
When she closed the door, my heart raced. I waited politely even though I knew every inch of her apartment. Her human form was small, and for a moment, I worried if she would be able to take my knot. Conall whined as our mate stepped past us.
“This is the kitchen,” she waved her hand, and I peeked into the modest kitchen that had a small two-seater couch with a breakfast bar beside it.
“It’s very nice,” I said, watching her become flustered when I stared into those dark eyes that had been haunting me for weeks.
She looked away too quickly and began to fidget with the material of her neckline. I had unashamedly lived on her social media accounts. There wasn't a single picture of hers that I hadn’t admired. My walls were covered in her pictures.
“You will get a designated cupboard and fridge space. There is no food theft permitted,” she said before she quickly walked toward the living room.
She stumbled, and I leapt forward to catch her before she hurt herself. Her body stiffened while I held her breast and arm. The sweetness of blossoms with a hint of pine and eucalyptus made me sniff her hair. I forced myself to remove my hand from her pert breast.
“Sorry, ah thought yae were going tae fall,” I whispered in her ear.
Her scent deepened, and I knew she was succumbing to me. I released her arm as she reached out to place a hand on the wall for support before tilting her head in the air. She muttered something incomprehensible before she carefully marched into the living room.
I glanced at her bedroom door. The room that I spent most nights in. My mate was as regular as clockwork in her routine, and it was unusual for her to drink as much wine as she had tonight. There were mitigating circumstances, as she discovered that Addison was gone, along with her rent money. I timed the chain of events to ensure my place in her home was guaranteed.
I followed her into the living room where her empty bowl, bottle of wine and glass lay on the table. Her hand went up as she went to introduce me to the living room, but she got distracted, staring at my chest. I ran my hand through my hair, and her lips parted, but no words left her mouth.
