Maybe not having a roommate right now isn’t so bad, she thought, a bit hazily. Tonight definitely would not have gone down this way if she lived with someone.

6

It was early morning when Jake left Sharon’s apartment, reluctantly pulling himself from her ridiculously comfortable bed with her ridiculously soft sheets. Why the hell had she ever wanted to sleep over at his place when she had a bed like this waiting for her at home? Getting up hurt him both physically and emotionally. He couldn’t understand how she’d been just as happy to sleep in his bed – he’d choose hers every time.

Although, some of his sore muscles might also be from the ‘epic fuckfest’ they’d indulged in last night. Her words, not his, but he couldn’t deny their accuracy. Hell, he felt dehydrated this morning. He wasn’t even sure his last orgasm had included any liquid. Sharon was completely passed out still, snoring softly. The urge to roll her onto her side so that she would stop, and he could fall back asleep, curled up around her, had been strong.

Which was why he’d made himself get up.

That was not the kind of relationship they had. Plus, denying her the pleasure of kicking him out was a small triumph in and of itself. Although, after the many orgasms he’d given her last night, he wasn’t entirely sure she would have kicked him out... But he wouldn’t put it past her. If only because she’d said she would and had seemed like she was looking forward to it.

Walking through her apartment and picking up his clothes had made him feel strangely insecure. Yeah, he knew that she was independently wealthy, but knowing it and seeing where she actually lived were two different things. The view from her windows in the morning light was just as spectacular than it had been the night before, if not more so. The kitchen was a chef’s dream, the living areas elegant but homey, and everything looked like it was state-of-the-art.

Put all together, it was more than a little intimidating. He glanced at the coffee maker, but it looked like he’d need a manual to figure out how to work it, so he just passed it by.

He could get coffee at his apartment... which was half the size of her place. Maybe less than half the size.

Cut it out, don’t be an ass.

Intellectually he knew there was nothing wrong with a woman having more money than a man. Heck, his mom had made more than his dad before she’d retired. It still felt odd to realize exactly how much wealthier Sharon was than him.