Dirty Roomie by Vanessa Lovecraft

Fact #1: My new roommate is a hot slab of muscle-bound man meat.
Fact #2: He’s a personal trainer, fit as can be, and I want him to give me a full body workout. (Wink, wink)
Fact #3: He can’t take a hint to save. His. Life.

So, here I am…It’s 8:05, and I’m laying half-naked on the couch in this laughably dainty lingerie, waiting for his sexy little ass to get home from his late shift at work. And I swear, if he doesn’t take the bait this time…
Oh yeah, let me explain how I got into this hot, sticky mess to begin with…It all started with Sarah’s ridiculous suggestion that I post a “seeking place to live” ad on the internet. Cue a million e-mails, mostly from old perverts who wanted a little bit of ‘female company’ in their lives. No thank you. I sifted through several until I found Dylan’s…

Hey, I have a room available. $650/mo, and it’s yours.
Casual. Straight to the point. Why not give him a shot? Well…
It was over the moment he answered the door…Unbearably handsome, shirtless, veins popping from his post-weightlifting session…
Needless to say, I got the place. It’s been one week, and maybe I’m completely wrong, but based on what I’ve learned about him, I think he wants a little taste. He’s just too stubborn to realize it.

But there’s only one of two things that will happen when he gets walks through that door tonight:
1. Our eyes awkwardly meet, he doubles over with laughter, and I lock myself in my room out of embarrassment for the rest of my life, or…
2. I get lucky with my dirty roomie.
Place your bets.