His Secret Job (P1)

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Info - new roommate, accepting roommate bc they're hot

"Sooooooo," Ife said slowly.

"He's hot," I blurted.

"So fucking hot!"

"I want to have his babies like now," I moaned.

"Are we really about to choose about a roommate based on sexually attraction?" Ife asked me.

"I.... I don't think it's necessarily a bad thing, he was nice as fuck. He was so willing to help out and pay his share," I said desperately. I HAD to see him again.

"Okay, I think this could be okay," she said.

A week later Timothée was moving into our apartment. I was helping him as much as possible, while Ife was offering drinks and food every couple seconds.

"So what do you do for a living?" I asked him. I was trying to be calm but he was so sexy.

"Uhh, can we not do small talk?" He asked, seeming nervous.

"Oh sorry, what is your dream job?" I asked.

"Acting," he said instantly.

"I think you'd be good," I said.

"You barely know me," he rolled his eyes.

"Doesn't matter, I can see talent when it raises its head," I smirked,

"How about you?" He asked.

"Hmmmm," I plopped myself down on his bed. He was hovering over me in an instant and I was shocked. I wanted to grab him and kiss him.

"So many things," I sighed.

"Really?"

"I love art, I love dancing, I love writing, I love too much for it to be narrowed down," I confessed.

"I think that's a beautiful thing," he smiled.

"Cookies are done!" Called Ife and we raced out eagerly.

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