what room I sleep in. The uneasy feeling I had about him earlier returns with a vengeance. What kind of question is that?
“I sleep in Roman’s bedroom…with Roman,” I clarify, refusing to answer anymore of his creepy questions.
“Oh well, if you ever get tired of him, you are more than welcome to sneak into my room,” he almost drools while talking.
His eyes roam down my body again and even though I am fully clothed, I feel exposed. Like he can see every inch of me.
“No thanks.” I try to keep my voice even, not wanting to show any weakness.
“I see how it is, you want both of us, don't you? That’s okay too. I can be a team player. You’re pretty enough after all. I can fuck your ass while he fucks your pussy if that's what you’re into.”
I jump up from my chair almost tripping over my own two feet. My instincts kick in, telling me I need to get out of here. Backing away from the creeper before anything can happen, I run out of kitchen as fast as I can. He grabs for me but I'm much too fast and he is way too drunk.
I turn the corner in the hallway, and nearly scream when I collide with Roman’s muscled chest.
“Hey, where are you going?” His hands find my hips to steady me, and even with him drunk I still feel safe, and protected. Roman won’t let his friend hurt me.
“I…I’m going to bed,” my voice comes out shaky but Roman must be too intoxicated to notice because all he does is give me a little frown.
“Okay, I’ll be there soon.” He presses a kiss to my forehead and releases me. I brush past him and make it into the bedroom closing the door while clutching a hand to my chest directly over my erratic heartbeat. I don’t like that Andi guy and I already can’t wait for him to leave.
Forcing myself to calm down I strip out of my clothes and grab a fresh pair of panties and one of Roman’s t-shirts. I shower in his bathroom, dry off, and get dressed in my pjs before crawling into the bed. The sheets are cold beneath my bare legs and I hope Roman comes to bed soon.
I lay there in the dark for what seems like forever...my eyes drifting closed briefly and then I hear the turning of the door knob. My heart starts to race, and panic floods my veins. That Andi guy certainly wouldn’t be stupid enough to come in here, right?
When the door opens and Roman walks in, I nearly sigh into the bed sheets. He closes the door quietly behind him and starts stripping off his clothes. When he catches me staring at him, he smiles, and it makes my entire body burn up in flames.
“I could get used to having you in my bed every day and every night.”
“Is that so?” My mouth waters, looking over every inch of his body. If perfection had an image, he would be it. He looks like a statue with all his sculpted muscles, defined and lean. It’s no wonder I feel safe with him, he looks like a brick house.
“It is, Sophie. You have no idea how badly I want to keep you. How badly it hurt me to think of you leaving today.” Hearing him say that makes me feel a little better, at least he still wants me here, at least he feels somewhat of the way I do.
“I don’t want to leave either.” I drop my gaze to the comforter.
“It’s okay, you deserve better...better than me.” I can’t help but frown at his response. He has no idea how wrong he is. With him I am safe, from my father’s rage, from the clutches of evil. It doesn’t even bother me as much as I know it should that he kills people. The best thing that ever happened to me was having him walk into my cell.
“Don’t say that.” I look up at him and see the sadness in his gaze.
“I’m going to shower, and then I’ll crawl into bed with you.” I listen as the shower turns on and a few minutes later a still somewhat drunk Roman appears in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of low hanging shorts. My need for him overrules all my other thoughts. I can feel my arousal in my panties and when he slides under the blankets next to me and pulls me