She distracts me

Sparks fly

Roman Suarez

Roman rubbed his eyes, leaning back in his office chair. The strain of looking at his computer screen all day finally getting to him. He looked around, suddenly realizing it had gotten dark outside without him noticing. He grumbled to himself, sitting in the dark like a burglar in his own home. Just as he was standing, his security system chimed, an automatic image popping up on the screen. It was a live video feed of Paul pulling up the driveway, and he wasn’t alone it seemed. 

A smaller feminine form could be made out seated in the passenger seat. “Time to see what’s so special about this one… “ he mumbled. Clicking a few places on the screen, tapping a few keys and pulling up the multiple cameras along the entryway of the home, interior and exterior. He would get a good look at her before she was even inside.

When she stepped into the frame of his interior camera, pointed directly at the door, he felt his breath catch a little. She was beautiful. Not in the normal glitzy Hollywood day he was used to seeing. She obviously took care of her body, nice curves filled out with muscle easily seen in the tight white capri leggings she wore. She had legs for days and an ass that made his hands clench into fists. 

What was wrong with him? A woman hadn’t affected him like this in years… not since.. He pushed that train of thought aside, watching as this woman timidly looked around the entrance of the villa taking in the grand view of his home. 

She had dark hair up in a cute messy bun, pieces falling around her face as if they were intentionally placed there, delicate features and gorgeous tanned LA skin. He smirked, rubbing a hand over his jaw wondering if she had any tan lines under that sexy crop top, a slight peek of her toned stomach before she dipped out of view of the current camera and onto another. 

He was about to switch to the next when he heard his name being yelled obnoxiously through the halls by Paul. He grunted, rising to his feet. Not quite dreading this encounter as much as he was previously. He reached down, adjusting himself underneath his comfortable sweats, smoothing his hands over his slightly wrinkled t-shirt. 

Roman walked down the hall, spotting Paul first and then as he reached the kitchen Lacy stepped into view, their eyes meeting for the first time. It sounds cliche, but for a moment he swore that the earth stopped spinning and everything but the two of them disappeared. His feet continued carrying him towards her, stepping up to introduce himself but unable to keep from closing all distance, practically invading her personal space. 

“You must be Miss McDaniels.” He saw her jaw working as she swallowed hard, perhaps he wasn’t the only one affected. Either that or she was some star struck groupie and as soon as she opened her mouth the moment would be ruined.

She seemed a little shy at first, nodding before her soft as silk voice caressed my ears. “Yes, but please, call me Lacy. It’s…. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Suarez, sir.”

That tiny three letter word was nearly his undoing. She had no way of knowing that, but I swear I felt my balls tighten as she called me “Sir.” He coughed a moment, pretending to clear his throat, which had suddenly decided to betray him. “Just, Roman.” His voice came out gruffer than intended, her brows creasing a little before she nodded.

What was he worried about? This woman was going to be an employee. That meant off limits. He growled to himself, shaking his head, trying to reign his thoughts in, even as he imagined what it would be like to have her small body crushed under his or those long legs wrapped around him.

“Uh, Paul, let’s take her stuff upstairs. Martha,” he looked to Lacy clarifying “my housekeeper” then back to Paul “Is still in the small guest room. We will put Lacy in the guest room next to mine for now.” He tried to make it sound casual but the grin that blossomed across his best friend’s cheeks said he knew better. For Roman to put her close to him meant something, something Paul would never let him live down.

“Where’s the cat?” He asked, as if the words tasted terrible in his mouth. “Paul said you had some precious cat that couldn’t be left behind?”

Lacy looked up at him, seeming almost terrified at his question,  catching sight of a slight tremble as she paused instead of following them up the stairs, the way they stopped putting her almost eye-level with his crotch, causing her to blush twice as bad. Was she truly that innocent?

“He uh, I didn’t bring him today until I saw if we got along okay.” She breathed out the last couple words averting her gaze immediately, obviously hurting her neck to try to look so far up at him on the stairs.

“Hmmph..” was the response as he finished carrying the larger suitcase to the top of the marble spiral staircase and rolling the luggage down the hall with her in tow. She seemed to look all around herself in awe, Roman’s eyes roving over her every so often not just out of attraction but also a need to see if there were any cracks in her facade. He looked for any hint of deception or dishonesty but so far found none.

Paul interrupted the silence by piping up. “After you get settled Lacy, come join Roman and I in the kitchen. I will need a list of all the stuff you want bought for the kitchen at least. Trust me. It needs work. Caveman here has nothing.” He chuckled and disappeared downstairs, leaving the pair alone.

Roman looked down to the beautiful woman in front of him, huffing like he needed to explain himself but before he could even get growly with her she stopped him, placing a hand on his forearm. “No worries, it’s a pretty common thing for people who dont spend a lot of time at home Roman. I will get us squared away in no time.”

The “us” seemed odd. He hadn’t had any kind of “us” ever. He depended on no one, needed no one and so he had always kept to himself. But just hearing the words “Us” come from those beautifully pouted lips made his heart still a moment before he turned to join Paul in the kitchen, murmuring to himself on the way down the stairs.

“I swear to God he did this to me on purpose…”

His words were soft and didn’t hold nearly the usual amount of venom. Had she already brought some sort of calmness to the beast with just one touch? He looked down at his forearm where his skin still prickled from the warmth of her small hand there just seconds ago. She was going to be trouble, he could feel it, and a small smile tugged on the very corner of his lips, and maybe he even enjoyed that just a bit. Just a bit.