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I heard the keys jingle and the door opened. I’d kept my distance from her at work today since I didn’t want my cover to be blown.

“Ah’ve made us dinner,” I shouted out to her. “Give me fifteen minutes n’ am done.”

Her heels clicked on the wooden floor until I heard her stop at the kitchen.

“You made dinner for me?” she asked as she walked into the kitchen to look at the pots on the cooker.

“Ah telt yae. Am going tae be the best roommate yu’ve ever hud,” I said before tapping her nose. “Yer gonna love ma mashed tatties.”

Her lips finally curved. “I have no idea what you said, but the food smells amazing.”

Aye, nae mair junk food fur yae. Plus, I would be adding some special cream intae her tatties.

She turned, and my eyes dropped to her business dress and sexy black heels. “I’m going to have a quick shower.”

I pictured the grey and white tiled shower. Only with us inside it. With those golden brown legs wrapped around me. I bit my lip as my gaze travelled from her slim ankles to the curve of her calf, but it always led me to those glorious mounds of flesh.

Mount her. Conall whined.

Soon. I said.

Her ass vanished and I took the jar out of the fridge. Her mashed tatties would be extra creamy tonight. Double-dosing her might help our cause.

Chapter 8

Nia

The heat was killing me. I twisted the knob until the water turned cold, but it didn't stop the burning need inside of me. I stepped forward, shivering, when the spray of water cascaded down my breasts. Lyall’s grey sweatpants and tight-fitted white t-shirt made my fingers creep down until—

No.

What was I doing?

Goddammit.

Was I the Single White Female?

But that thick bulge in his pants. Why didn't he have the decency to wear some underwear? No, he was showcasing the elephant trunk in his pants.

With a groan, I turned the shower off. I would not creep on my flatmate like a pervert. I’d been too scared of Amara’s reaction, so I didn't tell her Lyall had moved in. Tomorrow. I promised myself. Or I could text her and take the chicken’s way out. Yes, a cowardly retreat sounded perfect.

I yanked the towel off the rail and dried off. The cold water had been refreshing, but the ache at the pit of my stomach churned until I rubbed my thighs together. The delicious friction made me quiver for relief. The heat began to radiate again.

“Dinner’s ready,” Lyall said with a knock on the door.

His low rumbling voice and the Scottish brogue made me ache a little more.

“I’ll be out in a minute,” I said, hoping my voice didn't sound as strained as I felt.

“Ah cannae wait. Our first dinner together,” he said, making me smile.

He was so sweet to cook for both of us. Addison never made me dinner, but then again, I never made anything for her. I sighed because it didn't matter. All that mattered was that rent would be paid this month, and I wouldn't receive an eviction notice. The last thing I wanted was another lecture from my parents about responsibility and a stringent budget plan.

I wrapped the towel around me and put my slippers on before rushing back to my bedroom. As I combed my hair, my gaze wandered to the drawer beside my bed. My toy barely took the edge off these days. I thought of Lyall’s bulge. Perhaps it was time to buy a new vibrator—something a little more powerful and a few inches longer.

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