Michael trudged through the front door of his apartment, muttering to himself about the frustrations of his day. He worked in a high-stress job, and today had been particularly trying. All he wanted was to kick off his shoes, crack open a beer, and relax in peace.
But as he entered the living room, he was surprised to find a suitcase and a duffel bag sitting in the corner, along with a petite, dark-haired woman who was putting sheets on the couch.
"Who are you?" Michael asked, his voice laced with irritation.
The woman turned to him, a small smile on her face. "I'm Alex, your new roommate. Sorry for the surprise, I didn't have a chance to let you know I was moving in."
Michael's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "Roommate? Since when?"
Alex shrugged. "Since now. Your landlord agreed to let me rent the spare room. I hope you don't mind."
Michael gritted his teeth, trying to keep his cool. "I would have appreciated a heads up. And you're sick?" he asked, noticing the way she was coughing into her elbow.
Alex nodded. "Yeah, just a cold. I'll try to keep my distance."
Michael tried to ignore the strange attraction he was feeling towards Alex, but every time she coughed or moved, he felt a twinge in his pants. He tried to focus on anything else, but her presence was overwhelming. He couldn't help but stare as she undressed, his eyes drawn to her feverish glow.
Michael was disgusted with himself, but he couldn't deny the attraction. He tried to leave the apartment, but his feet wouldn't move.
Alex noticed Michael's discomfort and teased him, calling him a "prude" and "uptight". Michael tried to defend himself, but his words came out jumbled and awkward.
Alex laughed and continued to tease him, enjoying the power dynamic. Michael couldn't take it anymore and snapped, telling Alex to "shut up" and "stop being so annoying".
Alex, unfazed, continued to push Michael's buttons, daring him to make a move. Michael, against his better judgment, gave in and kissed Alex, feeling the heat of her feverish body against his own.
The kiss was intense, and Michael could feel himself getting lost in it. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. He pulled away, panting, and looked at Alex.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Alex smiled. "Don't be. I wanted it too."
Michael felt a surge of relief and desire. He couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't deny that he wanted it too. He leaned in for another kiss, ready to give in to the attraction that he had been fighting all night.
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