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“Alright, well then the way I see it, we have two options,” I say. “You could either go in there all on your own and get yourself dressed and into bed, or I can come in and help you. Which one would you prefer?”
He stares at me for so long, I wonder if he’s even going to respond at all. Then he sniffs, wipes at his nose, and sits up. His round cheeks are slightly pink from all the effort he’s exerted screaming, and his pointed ears poke out through the tousled silver mess of his hair. “I can do it by myself,” he mutters quietly.
“Okay,” I say, and sit back on my heels. “I trust you.”
His bright blue eyes have never seemed wider as he stares up at me and whispers, “You’re weird.”
I snort and stand up as he scrambles to his feet. “There’s nothing wrong with being weird.”
His gaze instantly snaps back towards me, and then he frowns and dashes into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.
“I’m going to come check on you after my shower,” I call through the door. “I want you in bed in ten minutes!”
Then I head towards my own rooms, where I’ve been relocated beside Asili. I pad around my absolutely giant bedroom, with its plush carpets, four-post double bed, huge vanity that I’ll probably never use, and walk-in closet, which looks ridiculously empty even with every single one of my outfits in there.
I kick off my shoes, guiltily eyeing my brand new holo-note, which sits innocently on the ornate desk beneath my giant arched windows. I still can’t believe Tzelik bought me a note. I don’t even know what to think about that, although I suppose it makes sense since it’ll make working for him easier. Still, I can’t help but feel a little overwhelmed by it.
With a sigh I force my gaze away, tapping out a quick message to Elena and letting her know that I’ll call her after my shower before heading into my wardrobe, grabbing a plush towel, and continuing through into the decadent ensuite bathroom attached to the walk-in. Which is just as huge, marbled, and dramatic as every single other room in here. I eye the claw-footed porcelain bathtub for a moment, which is stationed beside a huge submerged Jacuzzi—and why does one bathroom need both?—before deciding that I just want to get into bed as soon as possible. I undress and hop into the shower instead.
After a bit of fiddling with a glass touch-pad against the wall, the entire ceilingbegins to rain down with hot water over the wide shower, and I sigh blissfully and take a little longer than usual to get myself clean.
Okay, it has to be admitted; despite how ridiculously extravagant so much of this house is, with more features and rooms than any one family could reasonably need (or even be capable of using), some of the more lush elements are kind of nice…
As I relax into the all-encompassing patter of hot water over every inch of me, I let my mind wander. And as my fingers slide a gorgeous smelling soap over my stomach and hips, the image of Tzelik’s broad, muscled chest wafts unbidden into my mind. I can’t help but imagine him before me now, shirtless and wet, glistening in the soft light as warm water pours over those dark, dusky gray nipples of his…
Then I snap my eyes open and try to forcefully shove that image away.
That’s my boss, the freaking President of the United Sphere of Zvezden!
I can’t be picturing him naked.
Although, seriously, what girl would blame me… He’s definitely a gorgeous example of masculinity. Not that I’ve ever seen another naked man in person before. Not that he was even naked.
Get it together, woman!
I take a deep breath and begin to wash my hair with an industrious efficiency, trying to snap those thoughts into oblivion. This isn’t me—I don’t pay attention to men like this. They’re an unnecessary distraction, a complication; I’ve got too much on my plate with my scholarship, my new job and living quarters, family back home who I want to support, and an unruly boy who I’m realizing more and more might actually need me… I really don’t need to be adding ‘attracted to my boss’ onto my list of things to worry about.
But as I finish up with my hair I find my fingers trailing down my body once more, and I wonder what his hand would feel like in place of mine. Would his fingers be rough and calloused, or smooth like his voice? What would it be like if he was standing here, wet and muscled and leaning down over me, one hand on my neck to pull me close while the other trailed between our slick bodies, down the curve of my stomach, to touch me as I’m touching myself now…
Would his fingers feel thicker inside me than my own? Would he be turned on by the sight of me, the feel of me while he slipped inside? Would his eyes burn for me and his breath draw ragged from his throat as he touched me and watched me come undone?
Before I know it, I’m orgasming harder around my own fingers than I have in a very long time, and with a stifled gasp, I lean against the clear pane of glass surrounding me.
I feel shaken. And the lingering image of Tzelik’s bright eyes and broad, muscled shoulders remain imprinted in my mind.
***
“Asili?” I call as I knock lightly on his door. “Are you in bed?”
I’m trying very hard to push the still vivid image of a naked, wet Tzelik fingering me in the shower out of my mind. It was a one time fantasy. I’m just overwhelmed by everything lately. I’m sure it was only a bit of tension relief—and I try to listen for the tell-tale sounds of a little boy out of bed. “Do you need help?”
“No!” a squeaky and suspiciously un-tired sounding voice calls back.
“No you don’t need help? Or no you’re not in bed?”
“No!”
I sigh and drop my palm to the door-handle. “Are you in bed, or not?”
