Page 32 of Getting Down to Business

“Yep.”

“Did you tell him how he’s going to have to deal with your screaming all night?”

“I don’t scream all night.”

“How would you know? You’re sleeping.”

“At least I’m not screaming out someone’s name while I’m having sex in the same room as you. Who does that?”

“We didn’t have anywhere else to go and I thought you were asleep!” Sasha defended.

“I’m going to wait downstairs. Let me know when you’re…” Grayson motioned to the room and backed out of the awkward conversation.

As he went downstairs to avoid the drama, he found himself wondering if Alyssa did scream in her sleep and why. He also wondered what would happen when she was screaming someone else’s name while having sex in the room across the hall from him. How would he feel about that?

He wanted to be an adult and say he would be fine, but part of him knew he wasn’t that much of an adult. He pulled the Iron Man Pez dispenser from his pocket and took a hit.

It was too late now. They’d already shaken hands and she was moving out. He was committed to this relationship. Though he knew better than to use that word in front of his new roommate.

* * * *

“Are you kidding me?” Gray said as Alyssa carried down a bag of stuff. Since she hadn’t had time to get boxes, she’d just tossed everything into garbage bags. It looked like they were moving body parts instead of her possessions.

“This can’t be everything,” Gray said doubtfully.

“This is it, I swear.”

“You’re perfect,” he repeated his earlier sentiment with a wink. That wink made her stomach flutter, but she looked away.

They had a much better chance of making this work if they were just friends. Kenley was right, sex complicated things. Not that it had complicated anything between Gray and her yet, but sooner or later he might decide he wanted something more. Something she couldn’t give.

After they moved her things into her new room, she went to the grocery store and stocked up on food since Grayson offered to take the first turn to cook.

“I’m impressed,” she said as they ate dinner on the sofa.

“Really? It’s a salad and chicken. Who can mess that up?”

“You’d be surprised,” she said. “Sasha messed up EasyMac.”

“You’re living the good life now, princess.” He winked at her and visions of him on top of her flashed before her eyes. Calm down, she told herself. She hadn’t even made it one day and already she was lusting over him.

“Don’t I know it,” she allowed.

They did the dishes together and she couldn’t help but smile at how nice it felt to have a companion. He stacked the clean dishes neatly in the appropriate cabinet and she nodded her approval.

“Are you a neat freak too?” she asked.

“A little. Except for clothes.” He paused for a moment. There was something that he wasn’t saying.

“What?” she pressed.

He shrugged before he continued.

“I hate that I have to dress up for work, so usually when I get home, I take my clothes off the second I walk in the door.” He laughed and shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure to get to my room.”

“I don’t want you to have to change the way you live just because I’m here.”

“This is your home now too,” he said considerately. She pouted at the idea of missing a naked Grayson when he got home from work.

Whose great plan was this?