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A silly grin crossed her lips.

Everyone in the moms’ club took on a job in connection with the charity calendar. She was certainly glad she’d been the one chosen to find the models.

Chapter Seven

Stephen

SunSleep, one of the largest hotels in Eastport, was almost directly across the street from the hospital, less than a five-minute walk, in fact. That made it ideal for doctors scheduled with late nights and early mornings, as well as patients waiting for procedures and their families.

A suite was perfect. The living area meant there was no one needed to enter the bedroom. Plans were on the verge of erotic, but there was no need for touching, at least until he wrapped his head around the morality of the situation.

Watching was another thing. If a woman wanted to be an exhibitionist in front of him, who was he to stop her? If she bolted at the thought, problem solved.

He glanced at his wrist. It was still early. There was enough time. The bathroom was a work of art, including the multi-heads, each with their own handle. One turned under the force of a tight grip. Imitation raindrops fell from a square panel in the ceiling. A single finger extended, testing the spray.

Cold.

Warm.

Just right.

Clothes landed in a pile on the tile floor. One foot stepped onto the non-slip surface, the other following close behind. Typically, he indulged in two showers a day. One, to start the day off refreshed, and the other to wind down.

This was exactly what was needed after a long and troublesome day. The stress removing ability of a rain shower was no joke. It was calming, therapeutic, and cleansing. What more was there, apart from knowing a pair of silk pyjamas was waiting when he was done? The effects of the material’s delicate softness were equally mellowing.

Relaxing was a vital part of the decompression process. Feeling good about himself was equally as important.

Knock.

He left the buttons on the top undone, answering the door. There was only one possible person on the other side.

She actually showed up.

A part of him, the more intelligent part, hoped she wouldn’t. The bulge in his pants, however, was happy to see her.

“Come in,” he said, towel-drying his hair. He plopped down on the couch, watching her flailing about in a most unusual manner. “Find a spot and stay there.”

She nodded, teeth biting her bottom lip. “Like this?” Feet pointed out, positioned slightly away from each other, and posture straight, for the most part.

“Sure.” A controller clicked, dimming the lights, and turning on an explicit movie in the background, which only he had a view of.

Minutes passed before the weight of staying still set in. Her body teetered, swaying. “Is this it? Your fantasy is to watch a porno while I do nothing?”

“Not exactly,” he replied. “Among other things, I like to watch. This is just the beginning. Are you that eager to enact all of my desires? You don’t even know what they entail.”

“Well,” she said, still standing in the middle of the room. “I feel rather awkward at the moment. So, please tell me. What would you like me to do?”

He felt the stupid grin crossing his face, but there was no stopping it. “Undress,” he replied, legs sprawling wide open.

“Sorry?” she answered, clearing her throat right after. A light pink blush filled her cheeks.

“Undress,” he repeated. “You asked me to tell you what I want you to do. I want you to take your clothes off.”

“Right here?” she asked.

“Right there,” he answered, eyes glued to her. If she ran, it was over. If she stayed, it would be a good show. Either way, he wasn’t breaking any rules in the ethics department.

“Everything?” she asked.

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