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He softly kissed me on the neck, his body still carrying the scent of all our activities through the night. I glanced down at his cock through the mirror, still stunned by its length and size.
“Would you like us to grab breakfast?” he asked softly.
“Sure,” I replied. “Soon as you find some clothes, that is.” I gestured to his cock with the brush.
He chuckled and walked into the bathroom. I was still brushing my hair when he stepped out a few minutes later. He dried off quickly, then grabbed his glasses from the nightstand. He walked to the bedroom door and stopped in the doorway, turning back to scan the room.
“Whoever got room service duty this morning has a fair bit of work to do.” He clicked his tongue, and smiling, he turned to leave, shutting the door behind him.
He was such a charming individual for all his seriousness and intense demeanor. I was happy I had stayed and met him. He would undoubtedly be the most exciting thing that would happen to me on this trip. I couldn’t wait to tell the girls about him. I imagined Jenna’s quiet disapproval of what she would consider reckless, and Kelly’s more vocal encouragement and excitement to hear every detail.
I realized I had not had a single thought about any of them the whole time I was with Michael. I had completely forgotten how much I missed them, given that Michael had been occupying every inch of my mind for over half a day.
I got dressed quickly, deciding on a pair of biker shorts and a deep-cut sleeveless top that showed a scandalous amount of cleavage. I grabbed a pair of shades from the dresser and my phone, then hurried out of the room.
I saw Michael walking down the hallway to my room when I stepped out, looking as handsome as ever with very minimal effort. He had on a patterned blue button-down shirt and a white pair of shorts that stopped just above the knee. His hair was slicked back in his usual style, and his glasses completed the cool look.
He smiled as he saw me, beaming like an eager child as he approached. He kissed me softly on the lips and regarded me slowly. “You are so beautiful.”
I smiled, and we walked to the elevator together. “Why, thank you. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
He laughed and sketched a mock bow, gesturing for me to step into the elevator before him. As we sped down, I remembered how an elevator ride the day before had made it possible for us to meet, my occasional clumsiness finally showing some merit.
The restaurant was not as crowded as I had expected. We had come down a little late, and most of the guests must have finished their meals and left for other activities already. I didn’t mind the quiet. I enjoyed the privacy that came with it.
We made our way to the buffet table, and Michael draped an arm across my shoulder. Every time I turned to look at him, I found his eyes on me. He listened attentively to everything I said, guiding me through the variety of tasty platters as we filled our plates. He had lost some of his seriousness. I imagined I was one of the few people in the world fortunate to see this version of him.
We found a table close to one of the broad windows that lined the west wall of the restaurant, overlooking the pool and outdoor bar. We settled down to eat, having a pleasant conversation as we ate. We joked easily, like long-lost friends who had run into each other unexpectedly and had a lot of catching up to do.
Just like our date had been the previous evening, talking to each other came naturally. It was almost as if we shared the same interests and didn’t have to try hard to reach each other. Michael acted affectionately the whole time, holding my hand every chance he got.
I also noticed, unusually, that he had barely touched his phone all morning. He must have put it on Do Not Disturb mode, and I was thankful for that. It showed how interested he was in me. It was almost as if he had tunnel vision, and I was the only thing he could see.
Breakfast progressed nicely, and we enjoyed some cappuccinos after our plates were cleared. While it was ethically wrong to drink it after 10 a.m., I needed the jolt that came with a few cups, and I didn’t mind breaking any cultural taboo. If there was one thing I enjoyed on trips back home to Italy, it was the quality of the coffee, and Michael apparently appreciated this as well.
“Have you been to Italy before?” I asked between sips.
“A few times,” he replied, looking to the ceiling as he tried to remember. “Always for business, though. My best friend is Italian, and I visit with his family whenever I have interests here.”
“That’s wonderful,” I said. “Hopefully, you can show me around sometime?” I chuckled. “I’m Italian, but I barely come here. Beautiful country, though.”
“Yup,” he agreed. He looked at me over the rim of the cup expectantly, as if asking me to elaborate on why I rarely came back home but let it go when I remained silent.
We headed out to the pool after breakfast, where we spent the remaining hours of the morning and parts of the afternoon. Michael was such great company, and I couldn’t imagine how drab the previous five days must have been before I had met him. Fortunately, I had my friends to keep me sane during that period.
“I really miss my friends back in France,” I said as we lounged under the shade of an umbrella. He turned to look at me. “They are practically the only friends I have in the world, and they have become more like family to me over the years.”
“Trust me, I understand the idea of friends turned family,” Michael said. “I am usually very busy with work and hardly have time for recreation. However, when my best friend told me about this family event he had here in Italy, I had to drop everything and come down here.”
“That’s really nice of you,” I replied. “So, do you have a big circle of friends like I do?”
“Nah,” he said, “I have just the one friend I mentioned earlier. I am pretty close to my family, though, and I consider my little brother a friend as well. That’s about it, really.”
“What’s your little brother like?” I probed. “Is he busy like you?”
“Heh! I wish,” he replied, laughing loudly. “Actually, he’s freer-spirited and not as uptight. Come to think of it, he’s much more like you. I believe you both would become natural friends.”
“My, my…I guess they say opposites attract, right?”
