by Haley Monroe
“Oh, well.” I felt off kilter with how he was just brushing me off after giving me orders. “Sure. Thanks, Grayson.”
I was just about to hang up when I heard his rough voice again. “Mr. Berk.” My eyebrows cinched together at his words.
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s Mr. Berk, Ms. Lawson. We don’t know each other well enough to be on a first name basis.” My jaw literally dropped open in shock and I laughed. I didn’t mean to but I did. I laughed hard, right from the bottom of my gut and heard him scoff. “Your manners appear to be lacking, Ms. Lawson.”
“So I’ve been told.” I snickered but quickly reigned in my giggles and covered them with a cough. “I’ll try to remember, Mis-ter Berk.” I threw a lot of emphasis on the mister part.
“See that you do.” I could almost hear a grin in his sexy ass voice and found myself still chuckling when he hung up on me.
I was betting on Mr. Berk’s house as being my next residence and after tucking my phone back into the cup of my bra, I started packing. I didn’t have much in the way of belongings but what I did have meant everything to me.
My small but expensive wardrobe fit into two large garment boxes from the U-haul store. Yes, I kept the boxes folded up in my closet for the next time I would need them. My jewelry, mostly costume, and photographs of my family and friends all fit in the bottom of a smaller box. I didn’t own any furniture or linens. Things like that usually came with whatever new place I was moving into. It’s not easy to bounce around if you come with a whole bunch of shit that people can’t fit in their houses or apartments.
After packing up, I crawled back onto my bed to look for job listings. I kept a bunch of helpful websites tabbed under my favorites and clicked the first one open. A waitress job blinked at me and I scrunched up my nose. I was kind of over the whole server thing after working in six different restaurants in the last few years. Next in line was a job in a clothing store, I was always up for a gig that paid me to shop.
After jotting down the name of the store and the number on a sticky note, I slapped it to the edge of my night stand and decided to take a shower. It was getting late and I had a date for tomorrow. Okay, not a date, but it might as well be. I needed things to go well with Mrs. Thompson so I could get out from under Rose, the wicked witch of proper town, and start fresh again.
In the shower, I could still hear Grayson’s, I mean, Mr. Berk’s voice in my head. I closed my eyes and lifted my face to the spray. The water was hot enough but my skin held goosebumps from the memory of his voice. I wondered what he looked like and how old, exactly, middle aged meant.
Would he be this super sexy, God of a man that I was imagining or just some old fogey with a great voice. It wouldn’t matter, really, but until I met him in person to find out for myself, I was going to imagine him how I wanted. Maybe, blonde hair, at least six feet tall. My hand slipped down my trim belly to cup my pussy. I was still damp from my body’s reaction to his voice and moaned lightly as my fingers wandered lower to stroke my clit up and down in slow, soothing motions that made the muscles in my thighs bunch and flex in response.
Maybe he would be a solid wall of muscle and walk around the house wearing those grey sweatpants all hot guys owned. You know the pair I’m talking about. The ones that hang low on their hips and show off that incredible “V” shape between their hip bones. I sucked in a shaky breath as my orgasm began floating almost within reach.
I leaned back against the tile of the shower wall and propped my foot up on the pink soap dish. My finger picked up the pace as I thought more on what my future roommate might look like. It’s possible that he would have big hands, I always found men’s hands to be so sexy. Especially the ones with thick veins that crisscrossed on the backs and lead to long fingers with well-kept nails.
God, I needed to get laid by someone other than me. I fucked my hand until I came all over my fingers, biting my lip to keep silent. I felt so much lighter after coming, like I’d just released all my frustrations and worries right down the drain. I washed my hands first and then scrubbed shampoo and conditioner into my long red hair.
“Brook?” Rose was yelling my name through the awful sounds of her knuckles banging on the bathroom door. She hated it when I took a shower for longer than ten minutes and would always come yelling at me as if she set a timer as soon as she heard the water running. I ignored her as I scrubbed my sensitive, flushed body. “Brook, are you almost done?” I made a face towards the direction of the door and buffed the loofa over my pretty pink toenails. “BROOK.”
“Fuck, Rose, yes! I’m almost done, damn.” I finally yelled back and hung up my loofa to rinse my body off. My eyes closed again as I made slow circles under the faucet.
“Watch your language.” I heard her mumble and rolled my eyes again, a terrible habit I have. I’ve tried to stop but it’s like my eyes are determined to show people how much I hate being nagged at.
Just to shut Rose up, I shut off the water and wrapped one of her fluffy towels around my body and tucked it in against my chest. She also hates when I use more than one towel, which is why I snatched up another one from the shelf to wrap around my hair like a turban.
My hip dug into the counter as I used it for support while brushing my teeth and flossing. I could have just gone to bed then but knowing that Rose was kicking me out had my bratty streak in full swing. I gave my head a shake and shook my hands over the towel in my hair before watching it drop to the floor in a wet, used pile. Before leaving the bathroom, I untucked the towel covering me and slapped a smirk on my face.
When I opened the bathroom door, steamed rolled out from behind me. Rose was standing across from the door leaning against the wall. When enough steam cleared for her to find me butt ass naked she covered her eyes quickly, a horrified scream leaving her mouth. “Seriously?” She screeched at me again. I swear it was her favorite word, either that or I shocked her that often. Both were possible.
“What?” I snickered and brushed past her. “It’s not like I have anything you haven’t seen before.”
“That doesn’t mean I want to see your version of it.” She squealed.
“Good thing you know how to close your eyes, then, huh?” I stopped at my bedroom door to look back at her peeking at me through her fingers. “Goodnight, Rose.” I smiled at her and offered a little finger wave then shut my door and locked it.
I slept naked that night, waiting for the hours to pass until I could go look at the place that could possibly be my new home. Hopefully, this one would last me longer than the six-month streak I was running on lately.
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