Page 2 of She is Mine

Apartment Hunting with My Brother’s Best Friend

AN OLDER MAN YOUNGER WOMAN ROMANCE

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SHORT STORIES, 1

FLORA FERRARI

Chapter One

Roman

"Hey man, I know this is really last minute, but could you do me a huge favor?" Jamie asks me from the other end of the line. Standing by the window in my apartment and looking out at the city, I wait for him to tell me what it is he needs.

“I promised my sister that I’d help her look for an apartment today...she’s worried about what questions to ask the real estate agent. She doesn’t want to get scammed. And since you’re in property development, I thought you might be able to help…”

At the mention of his sister, I stiffen. I haven't seen Sophia in over three years, but I think about her every damn day. The last time I saw her, she was eighteen and the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I knew even then that I shouldn't even be thinking about her like that. I'm eleven years older than her, for Christ's sake. But ever since she blossomed into a woman...she's a goddess. Platinum hair, gentle blue eyes, porcelain skin. My cock hardens just thinking of her that day, pure as heaven in a knee-length white dress, though nothing could hide the sensual curves of her body. Damn, the amount of times I've thought about her in that dress is criminal. I dream over and over of hoisting that dress up around her hips and stealing away her innocence right on the spot.

And this is why I can’t do this favor for Jamie. I won’t be able to control myself around her. I’ve wanted to see her every day since that day three years ago, but I’ve always avoided her up until now. Every man has his limits for his self-control, and she is like kryptonite to me. I shake my head to myself.

“I don’t know, man. Why can’t you take her?”

“That’s the problem...I’ve double-booked myself. I have to go and see a client today. I know, I know, I’m always flaking out…”

I zone out as he continues to reel off excuses. My cock is throbbing in my pants just at the thought of seeing her again. I can’t go. I’ll cause all sorts of trouble if I’m allowed anywhere near her. If Jamie knew what I was thinking, he wouldn’t even be asking me to do this…

But the offer is irresistible. A whole day with that angel. It might just be the death of me, and yet I can’t hold back anymore. I can’t make any more excuses.

I have to see her.

“Alright. Where should I meet her?”

Sophia

My eyes fall on him as he steps out of his shiny Porsche and I feel butterflies gathering in my stomach. I haven't seen my brother's best friend, Roman, in over three years, but I've never forgotten the way he made me feel. That day I saw him last, my brother's birthday party, his eyes roamed over me like he was a hungry animal, and for the first time in my life, I felt myself getting wet. Just one look at me and he had me addicted to him. I'd met him before when I was younger, but I never understood then what he would come to mean to me. Roman, this handsome hunk, this sexual God, this man made of stone and steel, is the only one who has ever caught my eye, and I've been dreaming of seeing him again ever since.

He's just as sexy and composed as when I saw him last. Dressed in an expensive gray suit and with dark shades covering his eyes, it's hard to read his expression. But I know under those sunglasses he has eyes as blue as the ocean, and I know that under his clothes, he has a body as chiseled as a Greek statue. I've dreamt a million times of the way he looked the last time I saw him, flipping burgers on the barbecue with his shirt flapping open, revealing beneath the abs I've longed to touch ever since. Even just glancing at him now, I know I'm in deep trouble. I'm wet between my legs. My knees feel weak.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

He approaches me and I see a smile growing on his face. I wonder if he's looking me up and down behind those shaded glasses. I hope he is, but even if he isn't, I shudder as though his eyes have burned a trail along my body. He pulls me in for a hug and he's allhard.Hard abs, hard arms, hard cock pressing against my leg…

I must be imagining it. I’m feeling what I want to feel. I cling to him, feeling like I’m in a dream. He pulls away to look at me again.

"Damn. All grown up," he growls. I blush. I'm glad he's noticed. There's no denying I'm a woman now. I see the looks I get from men on the street. My body is all curves now. There's no hiding the shape of my ass or my generous breasts. But for once, I don't mind the idea of a man looking at my body. After all, I've been saving my body all this time forhim.

“It’s good to see you,” I manage to stammer. “Thanks for stepping in for my brother. I didn’t want to do this alone.”

"Don't worry...I won't let any asshole mess with you. You're safe with me," Roman growls. Am I imagining the possessiveness in his voice? Why do I get the feeling that when he's talking about my safety, he's not talking about scammers? I feel like he'd shield me from anything. I'm too nervous to say anything to him, but staring up at him, I wish he'd touch me again. I want so much from him that I can never have. But some part of me is holding out hope that he sees me the way I see him. I don't want to believe that I imagined the way he looked at me three years ago. I don't want to let that fantasy go. But maybe it's time to grow up. He's out of my league. He's much older than me. He's my brother's best friend. It's like a recipe for disaster.

And yet I want to try that recipe out.

Chapter Two

Roman

The second I catch sight of the asshole real estate agent, I know that it's a good thing I'm here. The first thing he does as he approaches us from his car is stare at Sophia with lustful eyes, his eyes traveling over her breasts hungrily. It's a red flag immediately, and it makes my blood boil with anger. She's mine. I don't even want this creep looking at her. I take a step forward so that I'm in front of her protectively. Still, he dodges around me to reach out and shake Sophia's hand. I grit my teeth, knowing I need to keep my cool, even if the simple gesture of their hands connecting is making me want to punch something.