51. Ollie
Chapter 51
Ollie
I’m fucked.
He’s going to know. Mr Porter will take one look at me and know I put my hands on his daughter, then he’ll fire me and kick me out of her flat. If I’m honest, that will be me getting off lightly, because if we weren’t so exhausted, I’m pretty sure things would have gone much further.
I hadn’t thought about options for sleeping arrangements beyond last night, but did I really think we were going to play sleepovers every night and get away with it? Obviously, she’ll go home to her folks.
After hanging up, Megan shuts down, probably having the same internal panic as I am. I concentrate on clearing more stuff out of her room to prepare for sorting out the giant mess of her ceiling. We work in silence to move her books, hundreds of the fuckers, into a new temporary home in the living room, then she hastily reorganises everything.
When she flings a blanket and pillow onto the sofa, I realise she’s covering our tracks to make it look like I really did sleep there, so I focus on helping her with that, too.
Megan yelps when the buzzer goes, and I’m certain I look as guilty as she does. We haven’t done anything wrong, but we haven’t had five normal minutes in the past two days to just sit down and talk, so I have no idea what’s going on in her head.
“I’ll get it,” she says, composing herself.
“It’s OK love, I’m here now,” I hear Mr Porter say, and I bite back a smile. He really is such a dad when he’s around her. He wastes no time heading for Megan’s room, and I join him to assess the damage and make a plan.
“Right poppet, why don’t you get yourself packed up and take your car over to see Mum? Me and Ollie can deal with all this shit and catch up with you later.”
Megan does as she’s told, and Mr Porter helps me haul down the damaged panels and drag them out to his work van. It’s gross, filthy work, and everything is so sodden it weighs a tonne and leaves a huge mess to clean up. Fortunately, there’s no one more focused than a doting dad, and it doesn’t take long for us to get everything unloaded at the waste disposal centre at the other end.
“Right lad,” he says when we’re done. “I’ll drop you at yours, grab a shower, and I’ll see you back at ours for dinner.”
My stomach drops. It’s one thing to touch his daughter, quite another to eat a meal in his home and act all innocent afterwards.
“I appreciate the invite, but I’d rather just crack on here.”
He fixes me with a classic Mr Porter stare that tells me I will not get my own way here.
“Don’t be a dickhead,” he says, winding up the van window. “You’ve given up your Sunday for this. Food will be on the table at five.”
After scrubbing off in the shower, I throw on clean clothes and rake back my hair. I want to make a good impression at dinner, I just don’t know if I want to impress Megan or her parents more.
All I’ve wanted for weeks is to take our closeness a little further, but I didn’t expect anything would actually happen, at least not like this.
I figured I’d ride out the next couple of months with one hell of a crush before saying my goodbyes, but the second she brought that prick home on Friday night, I knew I was done for.
When she stood up for me in front of my family, there was no way I was going to make it out of that house without kissing her. Not just because that’s the first time anyone’s done that for me, but because watching Megan take control of a situation is really fucking hot.
I was worried I’d overstepped until she started that silly ‘I’m not going to beg you to kiss me’ game while rubbing back against me in bed. I should probably thank our friend upstairs for forgetting they’d left their taps on, because I didn’t have to spend another night listening to her get off through the wall, and ended up with a front row ticket to the hottest show on earth instead.
Jesus. A lot has happened, and after clearing up the mix-up of me leaving while she slept, which I hated doing, I felt pretty sure we’d be able to ease into… Something? I don’t know what. I don’t think there’s a term for when you’re hot for your temporary roommate and the vision of her coming while she grinds her pussy against you is painted behind your eyelids.
I’m getting hard just thinking about it. How am I supposed to share a meal with her in front of her parents when all I want to do is drag her back to my bed and do it again? Properly this time.