My brows raise to my hairline, my eyes widening as I take in the scene before me.
On the wall opposite me, there’s a gorgeous, large stone fireplace, embers still glowing and giving off a delicious heat that elicits a sigh of contentment from my lips. Three big comfy looking sofas are in a U shape round it, and what looks like an epic TV screen is hung above it. To the right of the fireplace is a floor-to-ceiling bay window covered in red velvet curtains. Nestled in the window is a dark wood oval dining table with a window seat bench covered in, yep, you guessed it, red and gold silk cushions. With fucking tassels! There are three extra chairs in dark wood and red leather on this side. In fact, the whole room is shades of red and gold.I always knew I belonged in Gryffindor!
“I guess it’s good to stick to a theme, right?” I mumble, snorting to myself.
Directly to my right, there is a small modern kitchen, and I can see a door ajar just after the island/breakfast bar that looks like a bathroom.Halle-fucking-lujah!
I’m in desperate need of a piss, the urge becoming painful as the possibility of finally being able to pee presents itself. I unceremoniously dump my bags on the ground, and head in to relieve myself. Pausing briefly at the door, I admire the clawfoot tub in the middle of the floor, along with the biggest shower that I’ve ever seen against the wall in the corner, all with a wide grin on my face. The shower has got so many heads and jets it’s almost obscene.
I’m definitely up for playing with those jets, especially round certain sensitive areas,wink wink. “It will beobsceneonce I’m done,” I chuckle to myself.
After I’ve finished, I wash up and wander over to said shower, discovering shelves full of products and thick, fluffy grey towels on a heated rail next to it. Fuck it. I’m taking a shower now. Those jets are calling to me like a siren song.
I scroll through the music on my phone—who doesn’t listen to music in the shower?—internally fist pumping when I find the perfect song for this clusterfuck of an arrival. Setting my phone on the counter, I hit play, andGet Off My Dickby Ilira starts playing, making me smile genuinely for the first time in what feels like days.
I start to sing along, not caring if my new roommates hear me after the night I’ve had so far. Stripping out of my damp clothes, dancing as I go, I leave them in a pile on the floor with my black ballet flats, then hop in the shower enclosure.
It takes a while to work out how the damn thing works, but once I figure it out, I can’t suppress the orgasmic groan that passes my lips as the hot water hits my aching body.This. Is. The. Bollocks.
I keep shaking my tail feather along to the beat as the divine water cascades down my body, warming me up from the inside out with a heat that radiates down to my toes.
Looking back at the shelves, I spy so many products I’m almost at a loss as to where to begin. I mean, they all belong to the students I’m sharing a dorm with, but I’m sure they won’t miss a little until I can buy some of my own. I’d thought about bringing some, but that would have taken up precious book space in my bags, so I figured I’d just buy them when I got here.
My eyes land on a bottle of shampoo, which I discover has a spicy ginger scent, so I pour a healthy dollop into my hands and lather up. After I rinse, I use it for a second time. Always double shampoo, bitches.
After rinsing once more, I follow with the same scented conditioner, using the bottle as my microphone when I get to the chorus of the song, singing loudly and loving the shower acoustics.
Finishing my solo, then bowing to the imaginary applause, I search for a body wash that’ll go nicely with the scent of the hair products, because you can’t just mix scents willy nilly like some sort of perfume heathen. I come across one that smells like vanilla cookies, a warm feeling settling in my chest at the homely smell.
Bingo!Once done and fully rinsed, I switch the shower off, squeezing my wavy brunette hair out, and step out of the shower to grab a towel.
“Nice shower?” a deliciously deep voice asks.
Obviously, I play it cool, and I definitely don’t screech like a fucking banshee whilst jumping about five feet in the air. Nope, not at all terrified, no siree!
Whipping round to face my peeping Tom, I'm wobbling on my feet as my heart pounds loudly in my ears. I'm naked as a newborn, completely forgetting to grab a fucking towel in my panic.Fuck. My. Life.
My eyes alight on the doorway to discover who the stranger is and...holy Mary, mother of all things hotness!Leaning against the doorframe with his muscular arms crossed over a simply glorious naked chest is the most exquisite specimen of the male species I have ever seen.
I moisten my parted lips, my skin flushing as I take him in.
He’s like a fallen angel, with gently curling, fiery red hair that falls over one stunning emerald eye and a firm chiselled jaw, which is relaxed and tipped up in a lopsided grin. He’s staring at me with bright eyes full of mischief, and a smouldering smile on his full come-bite-me lips.
And his ink.Oh, be still my fucking beating heart!
He's got tattoos on his arms, covering a good portion of them and highlighting their powerful form. As he uncrosses them, I can see that he’s got a beautiful black chest piece that makes me suck in a breath, and my thighs clench. It's of the painting in the Sistine Chapel. I think it’s called The Creation of Adam. On his throat is a neck piece of a stunning dragonfly, also black.
My gaze slips down to spy a nipple bar twinkling in the light, my hands twitching with the need to feel it under my fingertips. On his right hip, just above the waistband of his low-slung grey sweats—which should be fucking illegal, by the way—is a bright red lipstick tattoo. I can feel my core tingle at the sheer arrogance of that one.
“Ahem,” he chuckles, and my eyes snap up to meet his.
I can see the laughter in them, they’re practically sparkling with it, and I’ve totally been busted for checking him out. My body flushes once more when I notice that there's also a banked fever in his green depths, which sets my pulse racing.
His eyes caress all over my nude body, the green heating even further as they gloss over slightly.
Yep. I’m still naked. In front of a hot as fucking sin stranger. Cue facepalm.
He casually strolls in, smirking playfully, whilst I’m frozen to the spot, and stops just in front of me, my wet hardened nipples almost touching his bare chest. He’s so close I can feel the heat of his body radiating out to mine, embracing me in a delicious warmth and making me shiver with pleasure.