Page 6 of Rooting for Kiran (The Mate-Cute #1)
THEA
Kiran is the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. There’s no denying that, especially with the wetness between my thighs. A trip to the bathroom is a must before I settle down in my desk chair, that’s for sure.
I waddle my way through the entrance of the sales company I work for, for some reason fearing that the wetness might somehow drip down my legs and leave a snail trail to follow. Maybe it can be my own little line of crumbs for Kiran to find me.
Wait… No. I can’t allow thoughts like those in my head. My mind isn’t in the right headspace for a relationship. I’m busy as hell with work. I love my alone time. It’s just me and my quiet, quaint, two-bedroom house.
It’s been that way for the last few years; ever since I dumped Jake at the age of twenty-eight. That one really shocked the family, but it had to be done. Despite the four years we were together, we didn’t fit like I thought we should. I honestly thought I’d marry him, but we just—grew apart. And oddly enough, once the aliens invaded Earth, I made a lot of other life changes besides Jake. Whatever their presence did to our planet—did to me—had me saying, “Fuck it!”
I’m comfortable being a thirty-three-year-old, single, new plant mom. I even read somewhere once that talking to plants helps them thrive, so I’m not alone. Thanks to Willy, I have something to talk to. Besides him and work, I have a very rigid weekend schedule. There’s dinner with friends every Friday, house cleaning and work emails on Saturday, brunch with my parents on Sunday morning, and prepping for the upcoming work week after that. This system works for me, so why would I even consider changing it?
Because it’s nice to also get some action once in a while, and action is something I haven’t gotten from someone other than myself in the last five years…
How has that much time passed? Holy shit . I really do need to get laid.
Everyone normally clocks out by five, except for me, especially since we’re down one sales associate and have dozens upon dozens of companies to call and try to sell our many kinds of insurance programs to every single day. I was going to try to get out earlier for Kiran’s sake, but that didn’t happen. I just hope he’s still there… I never did get his contact information before I left, and the greenhouse phone number went straight to their after-hours voicemail when I tried calling on the walk out to my car.
That’s why it’s hard to shut my brain off as I go five over the speed limit to get to the greenhouse. It’s already after eight, and I doubt the shop is even open, which means Willy is probably getting the sleepover with Kiran that I wish I was.
But as I pull around the downtown street corner, I’m both surprised and relieved to find the lights on and a truck in the parking lot. Guilt quickly extinguishes those feelings, though, because the sign with the closing time of six seems to grow larger and larger as I pull up closer to the building, like it’s taunting me.
Locking up the car, I swear I barely close the door before I’m running—in heels and a skirt—toward the entrance.
“Kiran! I’m here! I’m so sorry!” I yell as I burst through the unlocked door, shutting it behind me to keep out the winter air.
No one answers, but a delicious green-skinned, shirtless male deep inside the greenhouse catches my attention in the section where you can purchase garden and plant supplies like…soil. Yeah, the very soil Kiran is pulling off of a cart that’s piled so tall it stands above his towering frame before he gently sets it on another, much neater, already-started pile.
“Fuck. Me. Sideways,” I whisper to myself, basically mopping the drool off my chin.
The way his sage-green skin bunches and pulls with his actions has butterflies fluttering in my stomach; not even just there, but more specifically, in my nether regions.
Come to think of it, maybe my vagina is actually the one who whispered that.
Either way, the absolutely scrumptious visual, combined with my overactive, horny imagination, pulls me far away from here until…
“Thea? Are you okay?” Kiran asks, pulling AirPods from his ears, and I jump at his close presence. When did he move? More importantly, when did he finish unloading all of that soil?
I sputter and cough, spit finding its way down the wrong tube. “Uh, yeah. Sorry, I was—”
“Staring?” he interjects, a wicked smirk pulling up at the corner of his mouth.
My eyebrows scrunch as I attempt a lethal scowl. “I was not!”
He crosses his arms, which is the worst thing he could possibly do, because I can’t even try to contain the moan that slips from my mouth at the sight of his popping pectorals and buff biceps.
His eyes widen in alarm. “Uh. What was that?”
There are two ways I can shape this. Either I can woman up, grab myself by the tits, and ask Kiran to sleep with me. Or…I can lie and say that I have a slipped disc that is bothering me today.
Luckily, I’m feeling rather brave in these heels. “It was a moan, Kiran.”
“Yeah, I got that. But the why is what I’d really like to know, sweet girl.”
Sweet girl? Holy fuck. I’m such a fan of pet names. If I wasn’t already convinced I’d love a one-night stand with this man, I am now.
“How do you feel about one-night stands?” I question.
His chiseled jaw clenches, and the deep emerald of his eyes seems to sparkle with energy. “I’ve partaken once or twice. Wouldn’t mind a third. Why?”
I smile. “Because I’d like to be your third. Your place or mine?”
“Mine,” he almost growls.