This is the first chapter in a new series.
Michelle intends to seduce her hot roommate, but if she thinks she will be in charge of anything, she has another thing coming...
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Michelle takes a deep breath and double-checks her appearance in the mirror. Her long red hair is curled perfectly falling over her shoulders and back. Her blue eyes are framed by long eyelashes, her lips painted a dark red. Her skin is soft and smooth -- and covered by barely anything at all. She is wearing a black sheer lace camisole and matching thong, and absolutely nothing else. "I can do this," she murmurs to herself, satisfied with her reflection. Moving across the room, she takes a final deep settling breath before opening her bedroom door and striding confidently to the living room, sitting smoothly on the couch.
Will, her roommate, stares open-mouthed at her, his eyes moving over her body. He is seated with one arm slung over the back of the couch, the other holding the tv remote out as if he had been changing the channel. She blinks at him, her cheeks flushing slightly, but hiding her embarrassment and nervousness. "Michelle?" he says in a choked voice.
"Yes?" She mentally applauds herself for keeping her own voice steady.
"What...exactly...are you doing?" He slowly pulls his eyes up to her face, meeting her gaze, and there is hunger there.
She pauses a moment before answering, letting her own eyes drink in his body. He is shirtless, as usual, revealing his ripped torso, every dip and curve of clearly defined muscles, his jeans slung low on his waist. The first time she had seen him like this, a few days after moving in with him, she had dropped an entire pizza on the kitchen floor, and all trepidation about moving in with a guy she didn't even really knew flew right out the window. She had ached with wanting him for the last three months they'd lived together, and she is finally at her breaking point. She'd started leaving hints for him -- her underwear hung up to dry in the bathroom, her erotic novels left out all over the house, even listening to smut audio books while she cooked for them -- about two weeks ago, but he didn't take the bait. This is her last attempt to seduce him -- offering herself on a platter of lace.
"I'm watching TV. What are you doing?" She says nonchalantly, peeling her eyes off his body to look at the tv. Her heart is pounding so hard she can't even tell what he had been watching.
"I meant...what are you wearing?" The strain has changed in his voice -- from shock to...if she didn't know any better, she would call that tone hungry -- barely held-back desire.
The corner of her lips turn up slightly. "Then you should have been more clear with what you wanted."
"Michelle," and that word, her name, is half-groan. She can't hide the shiver that takes her. "Please go put something else on." Her heart sinks, her face falling. Oh. He really...he really didn't want her. As she goes to stand, he continues, "because if you sit there wearing only that little scrap of lace, I can't promise to keep my hands to myself."
Her head snaps around to him, her turn to be surprised, and there is lust on his face, hot and real. "I..." her confidence begins to fail now, and she can't get her mouth to work.
He cocks his head to the side, raising a brow, looking at her with a new light. "That's what you want, though, isn't it?" And just like that, the power in the room shifts. "You want me to touch you, Michelle?" She swallows. This isn't what she intended. She had wanted to seduce him, but this was...she is helpless here. She nods, mouth parted slightly. He lifts his hand and crooks his fingers. "Come here." His voice drops lower with the command, his smile turning easy and confident.
"Okay," she breathes, and it's like he is tugging on a thread between them. She finds herself crawling across the couch and straddling his waist, arms on his chest.
