Page 11 of Roommate Wanted (Knotty #1)

Nia

My mind kept going back to Addison and Amara’s words. I’d lived with the quiet woman for twenty months, and now I realised how much we’d avoided each other. She was quiet, and I was guarded after my first flatmate.

Hailey was a party girl, which meant constant overnight visitors, make-up smeared all over the bathroom sink, hair all over the shower and rotting food in the fridge. The girl never knew what boundaries were or how to clean up after herself.

Addison was the complete opposite and respected our shared living space. It was odd that she would take my underwear. She never did anything like that before.

The jingle of keys against the door made me sit up. I bit my lip when the front door snapped shut. My ears pricked up for the sound of footsteps, but there was silence.

“Hullo, ye'r hame early.”

My head spun around.

“You're silent for such a big fellow.”

I closed my eyes because they were at the same height as his crotch. If I were to survive this trial month, I would need to burn all of his grey sweatpants or gouge out my eyes. In the meantime, I would need to rely on my new vibrator. Thank god for next-day delivery.

“Och, it's only because am wearing trainers.”

I’d look at them, but I knew I was a liar, and my eyes would not remain on his feet.

“I’m working from home now. Will that be a problem?”

“Why wud it be a problem?”

he asked as he came and sat beside me.

His weight caused the couch to creak as he settled down. The edge of his knee grazed mine. He reached over to pick up the TV remote from the table, and his hair brushed against my face.

“No problem,”

I squeaked.

“Gud. Ah picked up some lovely Scottish salmon fillets for dinner. Is that okay wae yae?”

he asked as he scrolled through viewing options.

I thought of the rancid stench in the office.

“As long as the fish is fresh,”

I said with a shudder.

“You don't have to cook for me. I might get used to it.”

“It’s easier cooking for two than it is for one,”

he said, patting my bare knee.

I stared at the large hand. The warmth from his touch and the feel of his flesh touching mine. It felt—right.

“Oh, the kitchen sink is leaking. I had to move a few things in the cupboard below it so that I could put a container beneath the leak.”

“Ah can huv a wee look at it,”

he said, standing up, causing the couch to spring back to its former glory.

He tricked me because in my face was his protruding cock. It sat there inches away from me. I sprang off the sofa.

“I will show you the pipe,”

I said before racing around the couch toward the kitchen.

“The pipe’s probably old. It’s an old building, and I can hear some weird noises through it sometimes.”

He followed me into the kitchen and opened the cupboard before I could. When he knelt down his ass was in the air. Two perfectly shaped grey globes stared back at me. I took a deep breath and got a bottle of water from the fridge. The ice-cold water did little to cool me off.

I watched him tighten a section of the pipe before my disgusting, perverse eyes moved back to his buttocks. I broke out in a cold sweat, but my core burned. That’s when I felt it. My arousal seeped into the gusset of my thong. I rolled the bottle of water over my flushed chest and neck.

While I was having a mini panic attack, he stood up and turned the tap on before crouching down again.

“No, more leakage,”

he said with a grin, but his smile faded as he sniffed the air.

A rumbling sound echoed in the water before it erupted into a growl. My jaw dropped, but he quickly stood up and turned the tap off, and the sound vanished.

“Why don't yae relax while ah fix up oor food?”

he murmured.

I felt my pussy contract at his softly spoken words. All I could do was nod and flee before I did something that would get me arrested.

**

He poured me another glass of Prosecco before he topped off his own glass. His choice was impeccable, as it went beautifully with the salmon. We shared details of our day. He told me about his friends, and I told him about my work fiasco. My concerns about Addison drifted away.

It was a coincidence that he saw my roommate's advert and messaged me. He was a gentleman for never mentioning how I groped him when I was drunk. The man was far too affable to be a criminal mastermind.

“Wit’ shall we watch tonight?”

“Hmm. I’m not sure. Why don't you choose something?”

My phone buzzed, and I saw Amara’s name pop up.

Amara: Are you alive? Also, isn't it awesome that we can work from home? Saggy tits can bully someone else for a change.

Me: I am alive and well. I hope we can WFH for the foreseeable future. Who do you think stank out the office?

Lyall was flicking through some action movies. I put my phone on silent and took a picture of him.

Amara: I thought it was you, to be honest, but then I realised you fear me too much not to own up to such a fantastic prank. It wasn't me. What about Danielle?

Me: I’m not brave enough to do something like that. Danielle wants to climb the ladder so it wouldn't be her.

I attached Lyall’s picture and sent it to her.

Most of his face was covered by his long hair, but there was no mistaking his posture or fine physique.

Amara: THAT is your ‘roommate’? Can I move in, too?

Me: Fuck off. Three is a crowd.

I added a love heart to soften the blow. I felt eyes on me, but when I glanced at Lyall, his eyes were on the TV.

Amara:

Me: Love you!

With a grin, I put the phone on the table and scooped up my glass.