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Hope it’s going well!!
I text back a quick reply.
He’s not being an a-hole. Everything is fine
The venue is OTT beautiful and so far we’ve managed to successfully trick the evil ex. I’ll msg you tomorrow xx
Then I go into the bathroom and turn on the shower, peeling off my dress. I’m slightly mortified to find that my tiny lace panties are absolutely saturated. Yikes.
The shower is heavenly. Three shower heads offer various levels of massage, releasing a fraction of the tension knotting my shoulders. I let the water sluice over my skin. Over my breasts and the tight peaks of my nipples. Down my stomach and over my hipbones.
Between my legs.
God, I’m so sensitive there. I almost feel like I could…get there, just from the sensual flow of the water.
As horny as I might be, I’m not going to get myself off in the shower when my fake date could walk in any minute. Most likely he’ll be another hour or more, but still. I’d rather be safely tucked into bed, hopefully sound asleep.
I turn off the shower, grabbing a fluffy towel and wrapping it around myself.
My small suitcase has been placed in the corner and I flip it open, searching through the clothes Cleo packed for me.
Cleo, what the hell?
Not only are the only pajamas a tiny, tight-fitting, slinky little white satin and lace number, it also barely reaches the tops of my thighs.
I keep searching.
Cleo!
She didn’t pack a single pair of panties.
There are two tiny bikinis but I don’t really want to wear my bathing suit to bed. I almost tell her off by text message but I’m very aware that Alexander could swan in at any moment and I’m standing here dressed in nothing but a very see-through piece of lace and nothing else.
I quickly dry off my hair, running a brush through it. Then I brush my teeth before padding back into the bedroom, fishing around for my charger to plug in my phone and crawling between the soft sheets.
The minute my head sinks into the plush pillow, I can’t help it. I sigh. This bed is ridiculously comfortable.
My heartbeat starts to even out and I turn on my side, facing away from Alexander’s side of the bed, curling into the fetal position. Which makes my tiny nightie ride up, exposing my ass.
Cleo!
I tug it back into position as best I can.
And I forgot to put up the pillow barrier next to me.
But it’s fine. I’ve never slept in a Californian king before. There’s plenty of space between his side and mine.
This is going to be fine.
Except that the tiny pulse is back again. There.
What if…I mean, when you think about it, it could be…maybe…a very convenient scenario to…cash in my V-card.
There’s no doubt he’s the best candidate to come along so far. He’s beautiful. He’s allergic to commitment, so I won’t have to deal with an actual relationship, which I’m not ready for anyway. And, if that giant cock I felt through my dress is any indication, he’s ready.
I could have a very brief fling with the hot billionaire then make a run for it at the end of the weekend. Then I wouldn’t have to wonder anymore. I could rip off the bandaid, so to speak, and re-emerge into the real world armed with experience, a nicely padded bank account and a brand new outlook.
It’s a win-win. Isn’t it?
