Page 30 of Getting Down to Business

“Okay, so we’re responsible for anything our guests steal.” Alyssa made it a rule.

“Fair enough.”

“What about groceries?”

“Trent used to pay for the groceries because I cooked. How do you want to do it?”

“We could take turns. One week one of us buys and the other cooks and then we switch.”

“That sounds like a good plan. I’m in.” He was making this awfully easy. Too easy.

“What do you get out of this?” she asked, her eyes narrowed at him.

“Well, I know I like hanging out with you and you have a job. You’re neat and I can trust you. I guess what I’m getting is a great roommate without having to do all the work of finding one.”

“Okay. I’m in.” She held out her hand to shake on the dumbest arrangement she’d ever made.

He looked down at her hand and stood straighter in the doorway. He reached for her offered palm, but then pulled back as if she had cooties.

“Before we shake hands and you officially turn into my roommate, I was just thinking maybe I’d get one more shot at Alyssa the hot girl who screams my name when she comes.”

Alyssa smiled and leaned closer. Surely it wouldn’t count if they had sex before they became roommates. He seemed to understand the rules. If they both knew it was just sex, there’d be no harm in extending the fun part a little longer.

“That is a great idea,” she said, surprising him as much as herself. “One more time, and then we turn into roommates.”

He picked her up and carried her across the hall. He set her on the bed and climbed over her. He was already pulling up the T-shirt she was wearing.

“This is mine,” he said with a rough voice.

“Roommates borrow each other’s clothes,” she pointed out.

“You have to ask permission. Make that a rule.”

“So noted.” She giggled as he ran his tongue along the edge of her ear. His fingers gripped her hair and he sat up holding out a handful of her blonde hair in front of her face.

“I don’t want the bathroom and the shower full of girly hair crap.”

“One shampoo and conditioner per person,” she agreed as his fingers moved down her stomach and slid into her, causing her to gasp. He had the best technique. He was a genius with his fingers.

“Also, one razor per person,” he added with a slow smile as he watched himself stroking her. “And no sharing.”

“Not a problem,” she squeaked when he touched her in just the right spot. They were so great together. He had her gasping in mere seconds. As soon as her last tremor faded, he was moving inside her, toward his own release. She shifted and pushed up against him, causing him to finish with a groan.

“I usually shower at night,” he told her between breaths.

“I shower in the morning.”

“Would I be able to shave and brush my teeth while you were in the shower?”

“The shower curtain is solid, so that should be fine.”

“I might want to get a new shower curtain. Clear.”

“Are you changing the rules?” She propped herself up on her elbow to look down at him.

“No, ma’am.”

“Are you ready to shake yet?”

He kissed her neck and moved to her ear.

“Just one more time,” he whispered. “Then I’ll be ready.”

She rolled over on top of him, not sure if she would ever be ready to give this up. Why had she asked Kenley for advice?

Because Kenley was a normal person with normal feelings. She would know what other regular people expected.

Grayson seemed perfectly okay with it just being sex, but she couldn’t risk hurting him. For both their sakes.

She wished she wasn’t fucked up. Maybe she could have been happy with him instead of keeping him at a safe distance, for his own sake.