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She cut off as I bent down and yanked my underwear off. I stepped out of it and tossed it aside with my toe, then struck a pose with my hands on my hips. I didn’t need to flex much, but I sucked in my gut to make sure my abs reallypopped.

My move had the desired result. Molly gawked at me. She was unable to look away. Her eyes were wide behind her plastic suit as she took in my nude body, eyes moving down my chest, then my abs, then pausing extra long at my groin.

“If we’re going to be safe,” I said, “we might as well betotallysafe. Right?”

Her eyes shot back up to my face like they were pulled by magnets. “Right. Good idea.” Even with the plastic suit on I could see that her cheeks were as red as a Miami sunburn.

I paused for three long heartbeats. Only then did I turn toward the hot tub and slowly step inside. I took my sweet time so she could get a long look at my ass before I finally dipped all the way beneath the surface. The water was scalding, right on the edge oftoohot, but after a few seconds my skin adjusted.

Only then did Molly unzip her hazmat suit and climb out of it. She was wearing normal clothes underneath. She sat on the edge of the hot tub, rolled up her jeans, and dipped her feet inside. Then she handed me a bottle of body wash.

“Scrub everything,” she said.

“I know how to clean myself,” I pointed out.

“Just making sure you do it right. If you get sick, then I’ll probably get sick too.”

“Good point,” I said casually. “I’d hate to give you an excuse to not grind your ass up against me.”

She cleared her throat. “I was talking about the food. If you get sick, I can’t keep mooching dinners off you.”

“Food, right,” I said with a smirk.

When my body was pink, I climbed out and toweled off. This time Molly had enough willpower to totally face the other direction until I had wrapped the towel around my midsection. She picked up my old clothes with a big pair of tongs.

“I’ll take these to the laundry room and wash them.”

Where’d you get those tongs?” I asked. “The same place you got the funky hazmat suit?”

Molly’s eyes brightened. “Oh, yeah! I forgot to tell you. I have a surprise.”

“I like surprises.”

She picked up the ring of keys and gave them a jingle. “There’s another place these keys open. And it’s going to make you the happiest man in Rome.”

16

Molly

The Day With Pie

“The kitchen!” Donovan shouted. “We can get into the kitchen!”

After putting on fresh clothes, Donovan ran inside the unlocked kitchen like a kid on Christmas morning. He gazed in all directions, running his fingers along the stainless steel counters and appliances.

“They have a twenty-range industrial stove. And a flat-top for burgers and other grilled items. That’s what I used at the diner. Oh! A deep fryer!”

“I realized the keys unlock the kitchen when you were already at the store,” I told him. “I’m sorry you made the trip for nothing.”

“Why did I make the trip for nothing?” he asked, confused.

I opened the door to the giant industrial fridge. “This is why.”

His eyes widened as he stared inside. The fridge was full of food: eggs, chicken, beef, pork, fish, milk. All the supplies needed to run the hotel restaurant during a normal week.

“There’s a lot more in the pantry,” I said. “Like, alotmore. I think they bake their own bread.”

“Ovens!” Donovan suddenly exclaimed. He ran across the kitchen, where an industrial-sized oven covered the entire wall. “This is the big kind used by bakeries.”

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