She distracts me

Alone at last

Roman Suarez 

“I’m gonna kill you.”

Roman whispered to Paul who laughed loudly, enjoying every torturous moment, responding quiet enough only Roman could hear. “So you DO like her…?”

Roman pushed Paul out the front door and as Paul turned with that famous smile Roman shut the door in face with a “See you tomorrow.”  Breathing a sigh he made his way back into the kitchen where he found Lacy on her hands and knees, digging through a cupboard under the counter next to the stove. 

Roman lifted a hand and bit his knuckles to stifle the groan he wanted to let out. God what had him acting like a horny teenager today. Maybe he just needed to get laid? Perhaps he should let Paul drag him out this weekend like he was always trying to do. 

Obviously finding some pans in there she appeared to be searching for the lids. Roman knew they were actually in a kick drawer that was underneath the cupboard but he couldn’t help but walk a little further into the room, admiring the full view of her shapely ass in those white legging capris. He could see no pantyline, couldn’t see through them at all, but goddamn if his imagination wasn’t running wild on it’s own. 

He cleared his throat, not wanting to get caught gawking as he stepped up close to her. Lacy squeaked, bumping her head and tugging down the crop top that had slid pretty far up her back, exposing quite a bit of her toned stomach. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you come back. I was looking for the lids to these pans?”

She brushed some hair out of her face, her cheeks flushing to a shade of red that made Roman wonder what color they would turn if she knew how long he’d been there. 

“Mmmhmm…” was his only response, not trusting his voice. He walked over to where she was and gently pressed a sock covered toe into what looked like a baseboard and a drawer popped out revealing several glass lids. 

“Thanks.” She stood, brushing off her legs not that there was anything there. You could eat off his housekeeper Martha’s floors. 

“So, Paul wasn’t lying. Obviously there is nothing here. I realize that makes your job a bit harder and honestly I’m not in the mood to inventory the house with you tonight. I have some terrible pre-packaged athlete meals we can eat tonight, then after that, it’ll be on you. It’s off season so I don’t have quite as stringent requirements but I will expect you to either have the meals prepared yourself or while we are here have Martha help. I still workout and train everyday, so you will probably have to get used to an early morning schedule if you aren’t already.”

Roman was already laying out a ton of information and Lacy seemed to switch from playful Paul mode to super serious and focused professional. He kind of missed the slightly flirty side she had earlier when his best friend was there. 

“Fair enough. I can adjust. Obviously I get that I’m responsible for your meals, but being that it is off-season I wasn’t sure what else you needed? Any physical therapy concerns that I need to know about? Any food allergies or preferences you can give me would be helpful. It doesn’t matter if its healthy if you can’t or won’t eat it.” Lacy spoke, sliding into a barstool in front of the island. 

Roman went to the fridge, grabbing a couple different types of those wretched meals and two forks and started the process of reheating the food while they spoke. “I get up anywhere from 5 to 6:30am, work out for an hour or so, eat breakfast then either go do some training drills or meet with Paul, endorsers, that kind of thing. I come home, eat lunch, shower up if needed. Paul said you were a massage therapist, so knowing that I’m probably gonna have you do that either in the afternoon or evening. No physical therapy needs currently, but I push myself pretty hard sometimes and that will help.”

Peeling back the plastic on the third meal and stirring the contents around he stuck the fork in his mouth, carrying the three meals carefully to the bar and handing her the other fork. 

“Here. They are terrible but it feeds the body. I would say I hope you don’t mind sharing, but really you dont have much of a choice, do ya?” He lifted a brow, wondering what the subtle prod would bring out. Another blush? 

She seemed to ponder his words for a moment before taking the fork from his fingers and flashing him a little smile, with only a slight blush. Apparently she was up to the challenge. 

“Good God, you weren’t kidding. These things are horrifically bland…” she muttered around a bite of the same kind of bison burger he had eaten for lunch and he couldn’t help but laugh. He knew exactly what she was talking about. Despite the protest she took another bite, this time of the zucchini noodle side that came with the burger, wrinkling her nose in protest. It was actually pretty damn cute when she did that. 

“Yeah, I had that one for lunch. Was kinda hoping you’d save me the misery of a repeat and take that one.” Roman’s eyes crinkled at the corner as he smiled in her direction, watching her lips as they slid the food from her fork. Jesus, this was gonna be a long year.

"Well at least I know the bar is set pretty low in terms of meals, should make you an easy man to feed." Lacy spoke up and Roman laughed loudly, taking the small trays the food had been packaged in and throwing them in the trash along with the two forks. "Now,  I am going to be paying you good money to see to it that my food it considerably more edible than this... " 

He turned and leaned back against the counter, eyeing her up a little as she still looked around the kitchen seeming in awe of his home. 

"Would you like a grand tour or would you prefer to wait til' morning?" Roman quirked a brow in her direction. For whatever reason, he just didn't want to part ways with her yet today. Was he really this pathetic that the first girl he is alone with in his home and he goes all puppy dog on her?