Joe could contact me via phone calls or video chats or something of that sort.
I looked at the bathroom again.
Or.
Or…
I tossed my phone to the bed and walked to the bathroom.
“A hot shower,” I said to myself. “I need a long, hot shower. Then I’m going to order some room service. I’m going to relax in bed. I’m going to recharge and plan this out.”
I began to take my clothes off.
I stood in my bra and panties and studied my reflection for a second or two.
Steven couldn’t get hard for this?
What did he want from me?
Sluttier clothes? Bigger boobs?
Sensitive areas pierced?
I turned from the mirror.
Both the devil and angel on my shoulders came to the same opinion.
Forget about Steven!
I walked to the shower and stuck my hand into the water.
I gasped when I felt icy water smack my hand.
I looked at the faucet.
It was clearly all the way over to theHforhot.
I waited a few more seconds.
I touched the water again.
Freezing cold.
“Shit,” I called out.
I waited even a little longer.
Still no warm water. Definitely no hot water.
I had no hot water.
No hot water meant no hot shower.
I couldn’t even take a warm shower.
Or a cool shower.
I turned the water off, scooped my clothes up off the floor, and went to get more casual clothes so I could place a call to the front desk to get some help.