Page 7 of Beau Pair
Beau
The semester starts the Monday after I move in, and since Elsie’s mom has her for another week, it means my first week of college is ripe for me to learn the campus and get everything sorted, so I can do both my classes and my job next week.
Let me tell you, living with Gordon is a dream!
A wet dream. But a dream, nonetheless.
Not only is his house the most gorgeous free accommodation I could ever get in my life, but he is a man of routine, which is just how I like it. Gemima’s parents were great, but they were always all over the place with their and their daughter’s schedule, and that made my job even more difficult.
Gordon is the exact opposite of them. He wakes up every single day at the same time, makes his morning coffee in the same black mug, and reads the news and checks the stock market for exactly half an hour before moving on to his breakfast and the rest of his day.
A lot of things can change starting next week when Elsie is back with us, but for now, I’m more than pleased with him.
If only I could get him off my mind, that would be fucking amazing.
But the handsome jerk won’t leave my head—or my dick—alone. I have woken up with a boner every day since I moved in, and I can only get rid of it by picturing him doing…thingsto me, or me to him.
I hope he’s really busy during this semester, so I don’t have to see him very often, because I know if this keeps up, I’m gonna do something stupid, thinking I’m dreaming, and make me both homeless and jobless at the same time.
No. If my plan to graduate Harlow U within the next two to three years is ever gonna work, I need to behave.
“Hey, babe,” someone calls behind me, and I turn to find Zoe, my best friend, approaching and draping her arm around my neck. “Need help finding anything?”
Zoe has been going to Harlow U since we finished high school, while I went the community college route in Raleigh before finally joining her here. She showed me around town during the summer, but she’s quite comfortable in the dorms, so living together was never really an option. And me living in the dorms was not really an option.
“I think I’m good. Most of my classes seem to be concentrated in the Gallagher building,” I tell her, and she passes me a cup of sweet tea with an Espresso Blues logo.
I take a sip of the mango and peach flavored drink and almost let out an orgasmic sigh. Did I say almost? I sigh, orgasmically.
“I hate you so much for introducing me to Espresso Blues. I’m addicted already and I’ve only been drinking it for the last six weeks,” I scold Zoe.
She laughs and sips her coffee.
“Trust me, you’d be worse if you drank coffee. And they’re all over town. You’d find them eventually, anyway,” she says.
“True enough. I even have one next to my new house.”
She raises an eyebrow at that and grins. She knows I fancy my boss already, and she’s had plenty of time to tease me endlessly about it.
“Can you show me where the James Madison building is, because that’s the only class that’s out of place,” I tell her, looking at my notebook where I quickly wrote down my classes before I left the house this morning.
She keeps the grin plastered on her face but looks down at my book.
“Personal Finance? Why the fuck did you take that?” she asks.
“Well, it seemed like a good idea if I want to run my own business eventually,” I answer her. “I thought learning how to control my own money would be smart.”
“What a boring elective, but I can’t say that it doesn’t sound reasonable.” Zoe laughs, and points at the building we’re standing in front of.
“How the hell did I miss that?” I ask her, and I feel like an idiot.
“Maybe you were thinking about the hot daddy you live with,” she says, and sucks on her straw, her grin returning to her face.
“Oh, shut up,” I say, but she’s not wrong. “I wasn’t thinking about Gordon.” Oh, but I was.
“Honey,” she says, “I’ve known you since we were twelve. I think I know when you’re lying.”
I must be blushing because Zoe chuckles and checks her watch. “What time is your first class?”
