Page 61 of The Man Upstairs

“I’m sure I can get you a drink, Miss Rosie.” I paused in my tracks. I still knew nothing about her. “What is your surname by the way?”

“Flynn,” she said, then held out a hand for a handshake. “Let’s take this as an official introduction.”

My mood was back to pink clouds and sparkling angel hair, another laugh hitting the room as I returned her handshake.

“Hello, Miss Flynn, very pleased to meet you.”

“And you are?” she pushed.

I hadn’t given my name to anyone in this block. I should have held back, keeping my anonymity, but I couldn’t. Her request was too sweet to ignore.

“Julian Lockley,” I told her.

I watched it sink in. She’d most definitely be remembering it.

“Well, hello, Mr Lockley,” she replied, then gave me another grin. “I’d love a coffee, please.”

I was beaming like a bloody idiot as I got up to my feet and pulled her up alongside me.

“Your wish is my command,” I said, and offered her my discarded shirt to keep her warm.

“I’ll hold you to that!” she shot back as I walked away through to the kitchen.

I couldn’t help myself. I was smiling as I put the kettle on. I felt like a stupid bloody teenager with an all-consuming crush as my Eve crossed the threshold into my kitchen after me.

She hadn’t buttoned up the shirt. It was hanging open as she took off her glasses and wiped off the cum with a cuff, leaning back against the counter as though she truly belonged here.

I was staring at her as the kettle boiled, mugs already waiting. The giggling innocence in her was already fading, and my lovesick candy cane emotions were dropping below the horizon. My urges were returning, full and strong. The vile addiction in me presenting its face again.

I wanted to defile and consume and deflower the beautiful princess in front of me.

I wanted to possess her like a little doll and play her body through every known game there was to play, and there was no denying it. My body was already electric with adrenaline, desperate for round two.

But then Rosie looked at me with something more. Something deeper. Something that spoke to my soul.

Infatuation.

Beautiful, pure infatuation.

The princess was infatuated with me, just as I was possessed by her.

“I mean it,” she said. “I can’t believe you did that for me today. Thanks will be never be enough.”

Oh, if only she knew. The very sight of her smile would be enough to thank me for ever.

Chapter Fifteen

Rosie

All I wanted was him.Work, food, sleep… my life downstairs… nothing felt like it mattered except Julian. I wanted to stay here for a lifetime. A fairytale gone crazy.

I stared over at him as he made our coffee, so loved up I could have screamed it from the rooftops.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, hismoralitystill eating him up. “More specifically, Ishouldn’t be doing this.”

Saying it out loud wouldn’t make any difference. The energy in the room was already electric, ready to blow. My skin was prickling, nipples hard, and my clit was demanding, instinct taking over as I closed the distance. He was stirring our drinks when I reached his side, and I knew his body was as desperate as mine. The want in his eyes said it all.

“Rosie–” he began, still trying to clutch at his resolve, but I shook my head. I wasn’t listening.