Under His Roof

chapter three

Kimberly woke up the next day, confused as to where she was, but then the realization hit in and she started remembering the previous night.

The way Julian teased her, and yet he was still a little serious the whole time. The way his body looked last night as he was working out, and his surprisingly large size.

And the sound of him groaning in pleasure at the shower.

Kimberly felt herself getting turned on as she thought about him again, thoughts of things that she shouldn't do were flooding her mind.

She got up from bed and went to the bathroom to clean up, trying to think about anything that would get Julian off her mind. Everywhere she looked seemed to bring reminders of him though, the laundry basket where she put her dirty clothes from the night before made her think of the way Julian had held her underwear in his hands, near his nose...

She washed her face and took a deep breath, before heading downstairs.

Julian was at the dining table, eating a plate of pancakes as he read a newspaper.

He didn't notice Kimberly entering the room, and she was glad, because he would have noticed the way her breath caught as she looked at him in his suit.

His black suit fit him perfectly, it got tighter around his chest, but not too tight, even if she hadn't seen him last night she would have been able tell that he clearly had muscles underneath that suit. His hair was slicked back to perfection which caused his jawbones to be even more prominent.

He looked so safe yet so dangerous, Kimberly didn't know if she was going to be able to control herself around him.

"Oh hello, you must be Miss VanStromme."

Kimberly turned to see a lady with beautifully dark skin, she had short hair, a tall slim figure, and she didn't look to be much older than Kimberly. She was wearing one of those traditional black and white maid costumes.

"I'm Chevelle." She said, extending a hand out for Kimberly to shake.

Kimberly took her hand and shook it, still confused as to who she was.

Chevelle gave Kimberly a hearty smile. "Your food is warm in the microwave Miss VanStromme." She left the room, disappearing around the corner.

Kimberly turned around to Julian who was looking at her with a smile on his face as well. "Good morning." He greeted her, his eyes taking in her legs that were still exposed as she was still in her sleepwear.

"Morning." Kimberly said. "Who was that?"

"That was Chevelle, she comes over a couple of days per week and helps around."

Kimberly nodded slowly, walking over to the microwave where her food supposedly was. "So why do you have her wearing that small thing?" She asked.

Julian raised an eyebrow, turning from his newspaper to her, a small smile was playing at his lips, drawing Kimberly's eyes there.

"I like to look." He said.

"Just look?"

He smiled, turning his attention back to his newspaper. "I don't think your father would want me having this conversation with you."

"I don't think he would want you smelling my underwear either." She muttered as she took her plate out of the microwave.

It was another plate of pancakes, and it looked and smelled absolutely delicious. She brought it over to the table, sitting across from Julian.

They sat in silence, Kimberly eating and Julian reading his paper. Kimberly felt uncomfortable, but Julian didn't seemed to be bothered by the silence at all.