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"The food here is superb. Pick anything you want," he offered, gesturing to the lacquered wood dining table with twelve chairs around it to where a tablet lay on the table.
"Does this have a menu on it?" I asked.
I went to retrieve the tablet, picking it up.
"Yes, among other information. Press the on button."
I pressed it, and the tablet came to life. A minute later, I was scrolling through the extensive menu. Everything was high-end, but I was in the mood for something simple.
"I want the Wagyu beef burger with Gruyere and black truffles."
"That sounds good. They have pomme frites," Oliver said, trying to sound sophisticated.
I smirked. "Oh, you mean French fries?"
"Yes, Miss Smarty-pants."
"Can you call? I want to shower," I said.
"What do I get in return?" he asked, a playful glint in his eye.
"I think what you got while we were flying here is enough of a reward."
"You think so?"
"Yes, I do. Please order."
I headed to the bathroom in the primary bedroom. The bed was bigger than a king with a beige satin cover and thick white sheets. Six pillows leaned against the beige padded headboard. The bathroom was even more impressive. It was as big as my apartment.
An oversized oval tub sat on light gray porcelain tile. The vanity was several feet long with dove gray granite and double square white vessel sinks. I ran my hand over the curved chrome faucet before turning my attention to the shower.
It was as large as my bedroom with thick frameless glass doors. The tiles were white mosaic on the side that held the rain shower head and back wall while the other two sides were thick glass. I couldn't wait to step inside and let the hot water wash away the stress of the day.
"It's impressive, isn't it?" Oliver's voice startled me. I turned to see him leaning against the doorjamb, stripped down to his black boxers.
"Very impressive," I admitted, taking in the sight of him. "But aren't you supposed to be ordering food?"
"I did," he said, walking towards me. "Now, I thought I'd join you in that shower."
I couldn't help but smile. "Really? You think you can keep up?"
"Oh, I know I can," he said, his voice low and confident as he closed the distance between us.
“Oliver, if you come in here with me, we won’t just be showering.”
“Sex is not on my mind but I would like to wash you.”
I groaned because his idea of washing me was to seduce me with his hands. It turned me on when he massaged shampoo into my long mahogany locks.
He held up his hands. “I promise, I’ll just wash you.”
“Uh huh.”
He ignored me and went to turn on the shower while I undressed. A few minutes later, we were both under the water and he was holding me against his hard body, cupping my ass in his big hands.
“Oliver….”
“Shh, I like this very much,” he said.
