Page 38 of The Roommate Problem
Sounded like hell to him, but what was the alternative?
“Or.” Mo held up a finger. “What if we sated our cravings with a night of hot and wild sex?”
That sounded awesome except for… “But we still have to live together.”
“True.” Mo leaned back against the hallway wall. “But according to you, you’re only subletting for six months, and then you’re headed back out into the boonies to become a flower farmer or whatever they’re called.”
And he didn’t believe for a minute she wasn’t still trying to stop him from doing that. Not because of him. He didn’t think that much of himself. But he knew Mo had a fondness for his grandmother and wanted to help her save the shop by his staying in Denver.
“It’s just sex, August.” She stared at him with a question in her eyes. “You have had casual sex before, right?”
It was the only kind he’d had. But she didn’t need to know that.
“So you’re saying we just hop into bed and get it out of our systems?”
“Wow, such sweet talk.” Mo raised a dramatic hand to her forehead. “You really know how to make a woman swoon, Gus Gus.”
“Okay, if we do this thing, we need rules.”
That got her to drop the melodrama. She pushed off the wall and came to stand in front of him.
“Rules? Like a safe word?” Her eyebrows bobbed.
Safe word? They hadn’t even had sex once yet and the woman already wanted to incorporate BDSM. How like Mo to take it from 0 to 100 in the span of a second.
“No,” he replied. “I was thinking more along the line of emotional rules, like no taking this for something it isn’t.”
She held up one hand, placing the other over her heart. “I solemnly promise not to fall in love with you. But I can’t promise you won’t fall in love with me; I’m pretty damn lovable.” She gave him a flirty wink.
He rolled his lips in to hide a smile. Damn, this woman might just be the death of him.
“Anything else, Gus Gus?”
“No nicknames.”
“Aw,” she pouted. “Fine, but one of these days, you’ll wake up and find you love my nicknames.”
He highly doubted that.
“No falling in love and no nicknames.” She took a step closer, looking up at him from under her lashes. “Anything else?”
Yes, there was something else he knew was important, but he couldn’t think straight with her looking at him like that. Like he was a five-course meal and she was starving.
“Should we kiss on it?”
She lifted up on her toes, lips inches away from his, when his brain rapid fired the other issue he knew they needed to discuss before plunging into the water of this very bad idea.
“You can’t tell my grandmother.”
Mo rocked back down onto her feet. “What?”
“Gran. Agatha. You can’t tell her about this or she’ll be planning the flower arrangements for our wedding before I can put my pants back on.”
“You really know how to kill a mood, August.”
“I’m serious, Mo.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes and huffed. “I’ll keep it a secret from Agatha, but the Porters really need to work on their communications skills.”
