Taming The Lockwood

Twenty Two

Of all my twenty three years of living, I've never had a boy in my bedroom. Nor have I ever invited a boy into my bedroom. Never mind a fully grown man who also happens to be my boss.

So when Gabriel begins to kick off his shoes and take off his suit jacket, I start panicking.

This might have been a bad idea.

You think? My subconscious jeers at me.

My panic only worsens when the garments fall into an increasing pile on my bedroom floor. Smudge is shamelessly watching with fascination and I pick him up, pressing him against my chest to protect his innocence.

Now who's going to protect mine?

When the t-shirt is off and he begins to unbuckle his belt, I turn as white as a ghost and an awkward sound emerges from the depths of my throat.

"Uhg."

Gratefully, he doesn't hear it and unbuckles the belt entirely. I watch with dismay as it drops onto the pile.

Before I take a glimpse of anything else, I crawl into my bed to hide my naked legs and fortify myself to act utterly unfazed by his grand undressing. Smudge follows after me, lifting himself onto my chest and curling up there.

"So where do you want me?" His trousers are off and I can see the pale underside of the back of his thighs, the skin there is completely unmatched to the rest of his tanned complexion. He's reaching down to gather the pile in his hands and I watch all his muscles flex, working in unison.

"Huh?" His question only just registers and I am struggling to translate it into simple speech as my overactive mind begins building up very interesting scenarios. 

"To stay?"

We've already shared a bed together so the concept isn't entirely foreign to me, but the prospect of having Gabriel in my bed will definitely not work in the favour of my conscience.

How on Earth am I supposed to keep a clear mind with a human built like a God in my bed?

Stop overthinking it.

"Uhh, you can have half of my bed." I surprise myself by responding and Gabriel turns on his toes, equally flummoxed. I think we both know it's impossible for us to halve the bed but I'm surprised he doesn't fix me with a rebuttal when he concurs.

"Okay." He holds onto the band of his underwear with deft fingers, beginning to tug downwards and I screech out, slapping a hand over my eyes and another over Smudge's.

A deep baritone laugh fills my ears- one I have never had the pleasure of hearing or being at the receiving end of. The thought of being able to withdraw a sound from the robot in action leaves a rosy feeling in my chest which blooms and settles there.

For a few moments, I relish in the sound, wishing for an echo to materialise and bring my dreams to life.

A throat clears and I anxiously hold my hands in their respective places, refusing to move an inch.

The blanket covering my frame is tugged at the other end and I jump, not anticipating the action. I hear a thudding sound which I reckon is a phone and then the sound of my mattress squeaking, bellowing out its protest as he slides under the cover.

Just as he does, I inch away from him, towards the wall.

Is he naked? Oh my god.

My heart picks up a pace and I'm scared it's in override.

"Relax. We're just sleeping next to each other." His rough voice is laced with humour and I can sense the smirk on his handsome face.

Except you're naked. And you're my boss. Who also happens to be a werewolf and my mate.