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“Er, I just had some last-minute thoughts for the game tomorrow,” I returned.
She checked her phone, and then said, “At this hour?”
I nodded, and she added, “Why didn’t you just text him?”
Great question, Neidin, great question. Shit, how was I going to dodge this bullet? I thought quickly, and responded:
“Because I had to draw out some plays on paper.”
There. That was a good answer.
Not good enough, though, because Neidin queried, “Why didn’t you just sketch them out in Snapchat, take a screenshot and send them to him?”
Now this was an opportunity for, at last, an ounce of truth.
“Because that sounded about ten times harder than just walking down the hall.”
She shrugged in agreement. “Fair enough. Okay, g’night.”
Neidin closed the door, and I was safe — well, safe-ish. Three different people had asked me what I was up to, and I’m not sure any of them had fully bought my story. I didn’t think they’d do anything about it, but I was also certain I’d raised suspicions. That was going to have to be a problem for Future Me.
Checking once, then twice, to make sure that the hallway was empty, I slipped on my heels and knocked furtively at Simon’s door.
The door instantly slid open to reveal an illuminated paradise.
Chapter 23
Simon
While the girls had spent the day doing God knows what — hopefully resting and not doing anything too stupid — I had spent the time setting up.
My first time with Catya had been remarkably special, of course, but the setting had been… less than romantic. A forest was nice and all, but it was a bit barbaric. I wanted to treat Catya like a lady, the way she ought to be treated.
So I’d littered the entire room in rose petals, and brought with me dozens of votives, each of which I’d carefully lit that evening. It looked like something out of The Bachelor — a program I never reference if I can help it, but that was an accurate description of the scenery I’d wrought. I hadn’t done something properly romantic before, not really. Fucking someone on a forest was closer to my usual style.
But Catya brought out something in me, made me want to go old school.
And the look on her face when she entered the room was worth it.
“Oh my God,” she gasped. “It’s… it’s…”
“Do you like it?” I asked.
She whirled to me, and I could see that her eyes were glinting with tears of happiness.
“Simon,” she said, “I love it. This is amazing. Thank you. Nobody’s ever done something like this for me before.”
I stepped closer and took her face in my hands before replying, “You should have something romantic done for you every day. You deserve that, love.”
For a moment, I hoped she’d understand that ‘love’ was a common term used to refer to someone in British parlance, and didn’t actually mean “I’m in love with you.” But then again, even if she misunderstood… well, it was still accurate. Because I was starting to suspect that I was, you know — in love with her.
She stepped away from me, moving backwards, and I worried that she was upset over my phrasing. I was about to speak when she uttered:
“I have a surprise for you, too.”
Without warning, she flung open her robe and let it drop in the corner behind the door.
Well, fuck.
She was kitted out in incredible lingerie from head to toe, all the way from the tops of her silky red bra straps to the point of her black stilettos. Catya looked as if she’d just walked off the Victoria’s Secret runway after putting the other models to shame and stepped into my meager hotel room.
“Holy shit,” I said aloud. “You’re beautiful.”
She looked down at her body, as if she too were admiring its dips and curves. She reached down to fix a seam on her tights, then slowly rolled back up, giving me a full view of the way her assets moved in the low light of the candles.
“Do you want me?” she asked, her voice low.
“Yes,” I replied.
“How?”
I let my gaze rove over her, deciding just how I’d like to take Catya, thinking of all the different ways I could pleasure her.
“Take your bra off,” I instructed. She reached behind quickly to unclasp it, but I said, “No, do it slowly.”
Understanding, she made eye contact with me and never broke it as she deliberately undid the bra. She held her arm across her chest as she took the bra off, careful to never show me her nipples. Then, when the bra was completely done with, she moved her arm, revealing her perfect brown nipples, which were fully erect. I swallowed hard.
“Touch them,” I managed to say. “Touch your nipples.”
Following my orders, she took one nipple between two small fingers and squeezed it timidly, as though she were afraid to be in such close communion with her body.
