The universe was definitely having a field day with me being newly single. Which meant no one to warm my sheets, no one to pleasure me. I was a very sexual person, still am, so sitting here on my brother's couch while Roman Drakos says my name with that accent of his and a smirk on his face, was torture. What was even worse was what he wore. He wasn't in a suit for once. He was dressed down in a black turtleneck that did nothing to hide the immaculate body beneath that my brain could barely remember since that morning at his house was a fuzzy memory. He paired it with black jeans and completed it with black dress shoes. Delicious. I didn't even try to hide my roaming eyes, blatantly checking him out and obviously liking what I was seeing. He seemed to know as well as his smirk grew when we locked eyes. I gave him a smile of my own.

            "Roman." His name slid off my tongue in a manner that had his eyes narrowing, but the smirk was still on his face.

            "Sorry Violett, this meeting will just be about ten minutes, you're welcome to stay here or roam around the house if you're not comfortable." Mason apologized again as they both walked into the large space. I scooted across the couch until my back touched the armrest, my legs still stretched out.

            "It's not a problem. I'll be right here reading on my phone or something." I answered him as I watched Roman glance around at the couches until his eyes landed on the space my feet couldn't reach on the couch I was sitting on. He walked my way before I could protest and sat down on the same couch I was on, so close to my feet, I could feel his body heat radiating. I opened my mouth to tell him to move, but Mason launched right into conversation, so I closed my mouth. Roman glanced at me, barely a hint of a smirk on his face, but I saw the humor in his eyes. He'd be lucky if I didn't kick him in the face. Sighing, I began reading on my phone. It was hard to concentrate on the words when my ears wanted to pick up on what they were talking about, so my eyes just scanned the words on my phone, and my ears did the listening. Even though they didn't mind speaking freely in front of me, I didn't want them to know I was listening. They were talking about some important meeting happening tomorrow and I didn't understand a word they were saying, so I focused my attention on Roman.

            He was relaxed, long legs spread open in a casual position and his left arm was draped on top of the couch, strong fingers softly drumming the material. I pressed my lips together to stop from biting my lip as I thought about what his fingers would feel like inside of me, moving in and out at a rapid pace, curling at just the right angle...my eyes went to his face, taking in his smooth, angular jaw, the way his wavy black hair brushed over his ears. His ears, I realized, were pierced. He wasn't wearing any earrings though. He smiled at something Mason said and I was disappointed I didn't get to see the dimple carved into his right cheek. His lips were nice and full, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss him. What it would be like to have his lips travel down my jaw, to my neck, my breasts, my core. A large breath left me, and a wave of heat began to build in my gut, and I blinked to get out of my head. And found Roman staring at me with the signature smirk on his face. I straightened up. Glancing to the side, I saw that Mason was gone. Where did he go?

            "What?" I asked, glancing down at my phone, hoping he wasn't aware of how long I was checking him out. He shifted on the couch, turning his body to face me, blue eyes filled with curiosity. He didn't respond and instead took in what I was wearing, eyes doing a slow sweep of my sweats, the corners of his mouth raising even more when he locked eyes with me again. I stared right back, daring him to comment on my attire. I was comfortable.

            "How was your first day?" he asked me, tilting his head as if he was actually interested.

            "What's stuck up Lisa's ass? My first day sucked. I learned nothing of importance except the fact that I never want to see that file room again." I told him the truth, earning me a chuckle.

            "You'll get used to it, and her. She," he paused, thinking. "She can be a handful at times, but she means well, I think." He grimaced at his words which had my brows dipping. I was about to speak, but he beat me to it. "Anyway, you didn't think I would make it easy for you now, did you? No handouts, right? At the end of it, I'll definitely have you begging." he shrugged, eyes still locked on me, the smirk no longer on his face. I almost laughed, only to cover up the fact that when he said begging, my mind wasn't thinking about work. I got up from my comfortable position and walked the short distance to his side, sitting down right next to him. His arm was still draped over the top of the couch, so I traced a finger down his large bicep, down to the back of his hand. I looked him in the eyes, a smirk on my own face.

            "Mr. Drakos, I don't beg." My voice came out in almost a whisper, now tracing more fingers up and down his arm and his eyes flashed with a look that had me closing my legs before I could stop myself. That was a challenge to him. He glanced down, catching the movement before locking eyes with me again.

            "We'll see about that, by the time I'm done with you." His voice lowered an octave and my hand paused as it gripped his bicep at his words. He wasn't talking about work by the look in his eyes. My mouth parted only a little bit as I continued to stare into his eyes, thinking of the different ways I would take him on this couch right now. Roman's eyes darkened and I knew he was thinking the same thing. His hand slid up over my knee and up my thigh, stopped when he reached the middle, and gripped it with his strong hand. My breath hitched at the feeling, heart pounding so loudly in my ears, I could barely hear my own thoughts. His thumb began moving, caressing the inside of my thigh and a short breath left me, the feeling instantly igniting my core. As his eyes dropped to my lips, he leaned forward, and I moved to meet him halfway.

            "Hey guys, sorry to do this, but I have to leave to meet Lisa about the meeting tomorrow." Mason's voice snapped me out of the daze I was in and I quickly scooted back, making Roman's hand drop from my thigh. I look up to see Mason looking at his phone, brow furrowed as he typed. He didn't see anything then, I decided. I stood up, clearing my throat.

            "That's okay, I need to get some sleep anyway so I can have enough energy to lug files from the file room," I spoke, rolling my eyes. Roman stood up as well, his shoulder brushing mine as he got up.

            "Okay great, I'm leaving now, so you guys can stay and talk if you want, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. I'll see you guys tomorrow." He finally looked up from his phone and gave us both a smile before quickly leaving. I stood there, frozen in place until I heard the front door close. Roman turned around, facing me with those darkened eyes and I knew what he was thinking.

            "Nope, I am not fucking you on my brother's couch." I dismissed the idea before it could even come up, walking around him to get to the front door.

            "What about on my couch?"

            I stopped abruptly at his words and I could hear the smile on his face. Before I could move again, he was behind me, his towering presence not helping as I tried to calm my overly heated body.

            "What about your couch?" I asked, my voice slightly breathless. I hoped he didn't hear that. My mind was racing as I tried to make a decision. Would I really deny the pleasure my body wants so badly? I could tell by his soft chuckle that he did hear how breathless I was, and he moved closer, his front now pressing against my back. I leaned into him and tilted my head to the side when he pressed his face into my neck, nose slowly tracing my skin. His hands slid from my back to my waist, gripping my hips as he pulled me back even closer to his body.

            "I could fuck you on my couch, or my bed, whichever you prefer." He whispered on my skin, breath caressing my neck and I slightly arched my back when one of his hands reached around, dipping under my hoodie to press against my stomach. His hand was hot against my skin and it took all of me not to turn around and fuck him on my brother's floor as he pressed a soft kiss on the area right under my ear. I shuddered and gripped his thigh as he kissed that same spot again, his fingers slowly caressing my skin under my hoodie.

            "Not yet," I breathed out, blinking rapidly to get out of the fog I was in. I slid out of his embrace and put a hand on my chest. My core was throbbing so hard, I knew I would have to get myself off when I got home. I turned around and faced him, noting the strained look on his face, his eyes glazed over with lust. He looked like he wanted to eat me up and never stop. "I don't fuck strangers. It's the one rule I have for myself. So, if you really want to get into my pants, then you'll have to get to know me." I spoke again after calming myself down. Roman raised a brow, tilting his head. Some of his hair fell in his face and it took everything in me not to run my fingers through his tresses.

            "So, you want to be friends?" he asked, slowly walking my way. I nodded, controlling my breathing when he stopped directly in front of me. "Well," he spoke again, a lone finger tracing my cheek, down my jaw. "I look forward to getting to know you, Violett Moore."