Chapter 6: Honey and sin

Florian’s POV..,

As I stood under the shower only one thought raced through my mind.

The woman next door.

The shower was meant to cool me off but I stood rock hard beneath the running water.

A frustrated groan escaped my chest, there was no way I was going to stroke myself thinking of Roseline.

It was a line I wasn’t ready to cross plus it’s kind of creepy having a boner for your roommate. 

Roommate. The word still tasted sour on my mouth.

What was I thinking of allowing her to stay over? 

My body shook under the cold water as I remembered her words before I allowed her to stay.

What kind of bastard forces himself on a woman?

I was this close to asking Gabriel to run an investigation and find out who the guy was, but I knew if Roseline found out it would only place us on thin ice.

She looks like someone who doesn’t like asking for help, let alone receiving help she hasn’t asked for.

I plan to just allow her to stay over until she can stand on her own two feet.

So at least for the next two months I am going to stay on my end of the line. 

I sighed as I turned off the running water, Gabriel would definitely give me an earful for this. 

It's just for a few months, what could go wrong?

“A lot!” The voice at the back of my mind screamed at me. 

I got out of the shower, not that it was of any help to me. 

I need to get a drink. 

I threw on a pair of grey joggers and a loose shirt.

As I flung open my door, Roseline’s own was just right in front of me.

I definitely increased the scale of the temptation by giving her the room across from mine.

I moved closer and knocked softly on her door, “Roseline are you okay just checking to see you are settled in.” 

“I am good I would be out in a minute for the tour.”

Shit, I did promise her a tour. 

She came out in my flannel shirt that rested just below her bum.

I gulped hard to swallow the lump in my throat as my eyes trailed her skin from where the shirt rested to her eyes.

She blinked, with her hand tugging on the ends of the shirt, “Hope you don’t mind, I ran out of clean clothes and haven’t really been able to go shopping, so I borrowed some of yours I saw in the wardrobe.”

“Sorry, I forgot to clear those out.”

“It’s fine it’s your house, but I do find it strange that you keep an extra stash of clothes in another room.”

It was weird but that was just me. I loved being prepared and organized.

“Who said I kept them for myself?”

“Oh, I kinda guessed because they had your scent on them.”

“And what do they smell like,” I moved closer to her, our faces just mere inches apart. 

“Arrogance, sarcasm, and a stuck-up personality.” She stifled a laugh as she spoke.

Buzz kill. 

I moved backwards creating the not-so-much distance between us. 

I sighed, if she had said anything else I was sure I would be kissing her right now, instead of clutching my hands to my side to stop myself from touching her. 

“Shall we?” She gestured down the hall.

“Sure, ladies first.” I allowed her to walk in front of me so I could get at least a few seconds to arrange myself and mentally prepare.

But now that felt like the worst idea because as she walked the shirt played peekaboo with her bum, reminded of the dress she wore the first night we met. 

Ugh! Get a grip, Florian.

I tore my gaze from the tempting scene in front of me. I looked at every other corner of the house except where she stood.

“This is the kitchen, you are free to cook whatever you want for yourself.”

“This is beautiful, did they really allow you to lease this apartment on a discount. The kitchen alone would cost a fortune.”

I choked on my spit, “I told you the owner is an old friend.” 

She allowed her thumb to brush slowly, over the cold marble countertop, an innocent action but the thoughts it sparked in me said otherwise.

I imagined her bare ass on the countertop with my face in between her legs as I ate her out like a man dazed with hunger.

I cleared my throat chasing my thoughts away, if she was under the same torture as I was she didn’t show it or she was damn good at keeping her mind in check. 

We moved from the kitchen.

“This is the living room.”

“You don’t like colors do you? The whole house looks the same, just plain cold black and white.”

It was cold, cold like the organ that rested in my chest. 

But seeing her stand in the middle of the living room filled my chest with warmth.

“Where does this door lead to?”

“Wait don’t—“ before I could finish my statement she had already opened the door.

“Wow! Is this like your man cave?”

I followed her in, “You can call it that.”

She touched the array of wine and whiskey hung on the wall.

I gulped, I hoped she didn’t know her bottles, because each of the bottles cost nothing less than a million dollars with some being over a thousand years old.

There was no way in hell I would be able to explain that. 

Her eyes fell on a small picture on my table that caught her interest.

“This is the only picture I have seen in the whole house.”

“Because it’s the only one.”

She was about to touch it, but my instinct acted fast. I grabbed it from her before she could turn it over.

It was the only property of mine that I didn’t appreciate her touching or marking.