Maybe it was because I loved guys commenting about how sexy I was, how much they loved my ass, and how much they wanted to fuck me. It was everything I didn’t get from dating, and I loved it.
“Shit,” I muttered, checking the time on my phone. I grabbed the toys that needed washing and dug the little bottle of toy cleaner out of my bedside table drawer before heading to the bathroom. The flat was still quiet, which meant that Taylor and Steve weren’t back from work yet.
There were definitely benefits to starting work earlier in the morning, because it meant I always finished at least an hour earlier than either of my roommates.
Even so, I still washed everything quickly and hurried through a shower. The water pressure was horrible here so there was no point in taking a long shower anyway, but somehow Steve always managed to hog the bathroom for close to an hour every morning, even though he didn’t have to leave for work until at least an hour after I did. I assumed it was because he was obsessed with making sure his hair was perfect, but why he couldn’t just buy a mirror and do it in his room was beyond me.
I was just shoving all my toys back into their drawer and making a mental note to order some new batteries when I heard the familiar bang of the front door and Taylor calling out.
“Hey,” I called back, sticking my head around the door. “You okay?”
“Rough day,” Taylor said as his face appeared around the kitchen door, a brand-new and expensive looking bottle of whiskey in his outstretched hand. “Come drink with me. Please?”
“Fine, let me just get dressed.”
“Ooooh are you naked? Let me see!” Taylor laughed and wiggled his eyebrows. I just rolled my eyes and shut the door, pulling on my comfy clothes again, but I could feel my cheeks burning.
Taylor was a natural flirt, always joking about how sexy he found my muscles and how strong I was. Once he’d even wolf-whistled at me when I’d been wearing a t-shirt that was a little too tight across my chest. It had felt like my whole body had blushed then, but at the same time, I’d also been a tiny bit pleased. Even though Taylor was my friend and my housemate, I couldn’t help harbouring a tiny crush on him.
Okay, forget tiny crush. Try gigantic.
It was difficult not to though. Taylor was sweet and funny with a ridiculously sharp sense of humour that I’d seen him use to cut men twice his size in half. And he was gorgeous too, all blond hair and blue eyes and a slim body I tried hard not to fantasise about because that was a road that led to nowhere but trouble.
“Are you coming? I have whiskey and a dire need to bitch and whine before ordering copious amounts of pizza.”
I grabbed my phone, shaking my head and chuckling as I checked my notifications just in case I had any new messages. Still nothing.
Sliding my phone into my pocket, I pulled the door open and made my way along the little corridor from my bedroom to our living room where Taylor was already curled up on the sofa. He hadn’t changed out of his work clothes—slim, dark trousers and a pale pink shirt that made him look like he’d just stepped out of a fashion editorial. He was ridiculously edible.
I could feel my dick chubbing up in my joggers and cursed myself for not putting underwear back on. I was pretty sure it was horribly obvious I’d gotten an erection just from looking at him. Fuck. This was what I got for not having a proper orgasm earlier.
There were two glasses of whiskey on ice on the coffee table, and he handed one to me as soon as I flopped onto the other end of the sofa, trying to arrange my legs so my dick wasn’t noticeable.
“I’m so glad you’re here to drink with me,” Taylor said, taking a sip from his glass. “It’ll make me feel less guilty when I inevitably drink far more than I should on a school night.”
Taylor worked for a small, rather select company that provided private tutors for either homeschooling or extra educational support. Most of his clients were ordinary, if rather wealthy, families who wanted to give their kids a leg up or a bit of extra help because they were struggling. Sometimes, the parents were members of the super-rich or celebrity elite, but most of the time they weren’t too bad either. Largely because Taylor dealt with a member of their staff instead.
But just occasionally, the parents were the living embodiment of hell spawn.
“That bad?” I shot him a wry smile before lifting the glass to my lips and feeling the familiar burn as the alcohol slipped down my throat.
“The absolute fucking worst! First, Ethan told me that I have to organise the next client-slash-tutor party, which by the way, is not in my fucking job description at all. Then I had a mother get super fucking pissy on the phone because the tutor she usually uses for her darling daughter has had to take a sabbatical because his mother has cancer, and apparently, that just isn’t a good enough reason for him to not be teaching her fucking child. Usually I’d just hand her over to Bethany to deal with, but she was out sick today because she ate some dodgy takeout and has honest to fucking god food poisoning.” Taylor took a deep breath, looking about ready to murder someone. “And that was all before lunch. I am so fucking done with today. I just want to get drunk, eat pizza, and watch porn until I pass out.”
“And it’s only Tuesday,” I said with a laugh, trying
