“Thanks for understanding. Do you want to stay at the party longer, or call it quits for the evening?”
“I’ve had a great time, but I’m not used to partying into the early morning hours anymore. If you don’t mind, I’m done for the night.”
“That’s good with me. I doubt the party will last much longer. I overheard someone say that they already had to turn the music down to comply with a local noise ordinance.”
“Let’s figure out our sleeping arrangements,” she says, walking toward the guesthouse.
19
STUART
As we walk into the guesthouse for the second time this evening, soft music plays, and Genie says, “Welcome back. Champagne is chilling, and a hot bath awaits you. Please enjoy.”
“Genie, I thought we turned you off,” I say, confusing contorting my features.
“You did, but I reset to listening mode whenever someone leaves.”
“Genie, don’t tell me that you can set up champagne for guests,” Brooke says skeptically.
“You are correct. Housekeeping set it up and instructed me to tell you.”
“Thank you, Genie. But we need to shut you down again. Goodnight,” I say, pressing the button on the remote to deactivate the overzealous AI assistant. Did I just have a human-like conversation with a computer? This is too much.
“Are you sure we’re alone now?” Brooke asks.
“I am. You should enjoy the hot bath. If you’d like, I’ll bring you a glass of champagne.”
“If you don’t mind, that would be wonderful.”
As I pop the cork and pour two glasses, I can’t help thinking about my attraction to Brooke.
With each interaction, she lets me see a little more of who she is underneath the professional mask she hides behind. Those glimpses make me desire her even more. It’s becoming harder to fight off my feelings. And, based on her lingering gazes and instant reaction to my touch, I suspect it’s becoming difficult for her too.
Her reason for denying our connection isn’t very convincing. I don’t think she’ll lose her job if we spend the rest of my time here together. In fact, maybe it wouldn’t have to end when I leave. After all, I travel a lot and can be almost anywhere on short notice. We could arrange to meet occasionally. Maybe she’ll be more comfortable with us taking the next step if it’s not just a quick fling.
With that thought, I take the champagne into the bathroom. The only light is from candles placed on the far ledge of the oversized tub. Brooke is leaning her back against one end of the tub, immersed under rose-scented bubbles. The soft light of the candles forms a warm glow around her face.
She’s a cross between a goddess and a temptress with the rounded curves of her breasts pushing the bubbles upward. My cock rises in appreciation. I’m glad it’s dark in here.
“Here’s your champagne. You look ... umm ... comfy,” I mumble, my voice a tad raspy.
She takes a sip of the champagne. “Mmm. I am. The water is perfect. You should join me,” she suggests as she tilts her head and taps her index finger against her lips.
I almost choke on my own sip of champagne. “Are you serious? If not, please don’t joke about that.”
“I’m not joking. This is as big as an outdoor hot tub. There’s plenty of room. I have one rule though. You need to change into swim trunks,” she requests, sitting up and revealing that she’s wearing a strapless bikini top that was hidden by the bubbles.
I suspect she’s wearing the bottoms as well. Regardless, she’s still steaming hot.
I chuckle, “You are so bad. I thought ... well ... you know what I thought. Never mind. I’ll still take you up on the invitation.”
“Good.”
I’m not sure what she’s thinking. She’s flirting and teasing. Neither of us has had much to drink tonight, so we’ll see how this plays out. All I know is that I want to be near her, no matter what rules she wants to set. So, I quickly change into a loose pair of swim trunks from the closet.
Moments later, I’m back at the side of the tub. “Is the invitation still open?”
“Absolutely. I’ll scoot over. There are side-by-side lounges molded into the tub that was made for two.”
