Page 16 of Roommate Wanted
The food was simple yet decadent. The beef broth was so rich that it was sticky, and the meat melted in my mouth. His ‘tatties’ turned out to be creamy mashed potatoes with fresh parsley through them. They were addictive. The wilted chard was seasoned and complemented its hearty companions.
“You can stay forever,” I moaned before shamelessly licking my finger.
Lyall’s intense brown eyes stared at my lips as I finished licking the stray piece of mash. He cleared his throat.
“Wud yae like some more?”
“No, I would devour every last drop of that creamy mash, but it’s no good for my gut,” I said, rubbing my belly. “I barely saw Addison. So all this is new to me.”
We sat on the couch with the TV switched on in the background, but the conversation with Lyall was far more interesting. His family owned an actual whiskey distillery. They no longer lived in the Shetlands, where they started, but moved to Argyle. He made the community sound idyllic.
“Dae yae want me tae go intae ma room?”
I glanced at him in surprise, but remembered my earlier comment about Addison. “No, that's not what I meant. It’s nice to have a little company.”
He set the plate on the table, and my smile vanished when I saw the head of the beast stretched against the material. It had stretched down to his damn thigh.
Free me. Free me.
I closed my eyes, but the tiny dick voice didn't go away. In fact, everything became heightened. The scent of his body reminded me of childhood woodland walks out of the city. Musky, fresh, and so strong. The ache between my thighs made me wince.
“Ur yae okay, Nia?”
His soft voice wooed my eyes open. There was something about the way he said my name. Ni-aah. His voice was low and velvety, like a caress.
His hair fell over his cheek, and I wanted to touch the dark locks. I needed to get closer. Smell him.
Why did he smell so damn good?
“I have to go to bed,” I croaked out before grabbing our plates and cutlery.
He stood up to help, but the scent of his cologne or body wash hummed around me. It took every last bit of my woman-power not to look down at his crotch to see what his dick was doing.
If I ever found Addison, I was going to kill her.
???
I sighed in relief to see that the office was empty. Amara couldn't lecture me if she weren't present. With any luck, she might call in sick. I frowned because I wasn't a very good friend if I was wishing sickn—
I gagged at the stench.
“Ugh. Oh God. What is that?” I said, holding a hand over my face and looking around.
“At a guess, I would say it’s Satan’s decaying pus running out of Claire’s orifices.”
I twirled around to see Amara, but she held the bottom half of her teal-gold hijab to cover her nose.
“No, I can't do this. Let’s go to the break room.” I said, holding my nose while trying not to throw up at her description of the cause.
I raced out of the office, only breathing when the double doors closed behind us. I grabbed a mug from the shelf and poured my coffee in while Amara rummaged through her bag, pulling out a Krispy Kreme bag.
“So, tell me about this Scottish serial killer,” she said, laying out two napkins. “I bought you a doughnut as your last meal.”
She’d bought me my favourite—lemon meringue. My cowardly text message had not gone down too well, but she seemed to be a little more chipper about it all.
“He is too sexy to be a serial killer, but thank you for this lemon-y goodness,” I said, sitting beside her to grab the sugary treat. “He made dinner for me last night.”
“Mmm hmm,” she mumbled while she took a bite out of her strawberry and cream doughnut.
