An idea pops into my head and all the blood rushes south.
And I’ll make it way more enjoyable.
I wait while he types and deletes some more. Ideas surfacing now that make me grin. I hope this isn’t a bad idea. I really don’t want to get in the way of his studies, but I think this might work.
Okay. But if I can’t get it done, I’ll have to go home.
Deal.
While he’s on his way over, I rush around my room, throwing dirty socks and underpants in the laundry hamper, making the bed.
I rush into the living room and find Chad and Jesse glued to another ‘shoot ‘em up’ video game.
Pizza boxes are strewn all over the coffee table and sweaty tennis shoes lay in a pile by the door.
“Come on guys, can’t we tidy up a little in here? Don’t you ever have any girls over?”
They both look at me with vacant stares and I remember them asking me for pictures of sorority girls. I guess the answer to that is no.
“Hey, is that guy coming over again?” Jesse asks.
“Yes, why?”
Chad elbows him in the ribs and Jesse shakeshis head. “No reason … hey, I think we’re gonna go out for ice cream. You guys want anything?”
“No.” Good, if they go out now I can tidy some of this mess up so Ben doesn’t think I’m a slob.
Ben arrives asI’m trying to shove two pizza boxes down the shoot they use as a bin here.
My heart’s racing as I invite him up, apologizing the second he steps inside. I swear he wrinkles his nose.
“If it smells like sweaty shoes in here, it’s my roommates, not me.”
He laughs. “I live in a frat house with a ton of guys. Some of the freshmen haven’t perfected their hygiene routines yet. Don’t worry.”
Fuck, he’s so nice.
“So....”
He pats his laptop bag, a backpack slung over his shoulders looks heavy with books.
“Your paper, right … let’s go in my room, the desk is clear. You should be able to work in there.”
I’m starting to have second thoughts about my idea. This sweet guy just wanted to get his paper done and I have all sorts of sexy plans for him.
While he gets set up at the desk, I close the blinds and watch him from the bed.
“What are you going to do while I work?”
“Ben, I have an idea. You might not go for it, and it’s fine if you don’t … I just thought you might like it.”
He chews his bottom lip before nodding.
“Would you like me to be inside you while you work?”
His eyebrows shoot up, cheeks flushed. Is that good or bad?
“I … don’t know if I’d be able to concentrate.”
