Page 103 of Hayden's Stalker

As we start to leave the pool area, we walk past the changing rooms, and I remember Tati’s complaint that she had no safe way to shower as I catch sight of a unisex changing room intended for families to use.

I stop walking because surely this would work. She wouldn’t have to get naked or anything, and at the very least, she’d be ableto rinse off after being in the sauna. I could just look away or something. Tati halts a few feet in front of me, then spins to face me when she realizes I’m not following her.

I point to the changing room door next to me. “Did you want to take a shower?”

She looks at the door in confusion for a second before her expression clears.

“Pass. I’m not showering in front of you,” she laughs.

I grin at her, “I wouldn’t complain if you did, but I’m not suggesting that. You could at least rinse off.”

She frowns for a second as she thinks about it, then she nods. “Okay.”

She walks back over to me, opens the door, and looks inside the room before she lets me follow her inside. She locks the door behind me and yanks on the handle to make sure it’s locked before she turns to the room again.

I watch in fascination as she takes in the small room and point to the right corner. “Sit in the corner of the room on that bench.” She points to the corner to our right.

“Why this corner specifically?” I ask as I sit on the bench, wondering what logic she has behind making this decision.

“If someone opens the door, you’ll be behind it. That gives me the best chance to deal with them before you ever enter the picture.”

I love that any time I ask her reasoning for something, it’s always sound, and that fact is as reassuring as ever.

I nod and tell her, “That makes sense.”

Tati drops her bathrobe on the bench, and I have to resist the urge to groan as her body is again revealed to my view. She turns on the shower and reaches her hand under it a few times while she waits for it to heat up. While she does, I enjoy the view of her ass in the swimsuit before she steps under the spray.

I’m not sure why I thought this would be in any way appropriate because what comes next is nothing less than masturbation material to last me a lifetime. Tati’s movements are beautifully erotic as she moves about under the water, rinsing herself.

She spins to face me with her eyes closed and tilts her head back to rinse her hair. Her breasts are pushed out toward me by her arched back as she massages the braid in her hair to squeeze out the water as she obviously attempts to wash it as best she can without actually taking it out.

She lifts her head upright and wipes her eyes before she opens them and catches my gaze. Her lips part and she stares at me, for once looking like she wants me more than I want her before she spins to face away from me again to turn the taps off.

“Okay, I’m done. Let’s go,” she announces in her coolly professional voice as she turns back to me.

My cock is rock hard, and there isno wayto hide it, let alone any way I’m going to head out in public like this. “Um. Give me a second?”

“Why do you—” Tati cuts herself off as she spins around and catches sight of my raging erection.

She snatches up her bathrobe and pulls it on quickly, tying it tightly around her waist.

“That would help if I didn’t have as good an imagination as I do,” I tell her with a laugh.

“Well, try to think about dead puppies or something,” she cringes.

“That’s morbid.” I raise an eyebrow at her.

“I don’t know. I saw it in a movie once.” She shrugs and laughs.

I have no idea how I’m going to get my shit together. I try her technique of thinking about dead puppies, but the word‘puppies’ makes me think about breasts and how good Tati’s breasts looked as she rinsed her hair.

I give up on that idea and try to think of something else. My stalker immediately comes to mind, and the thought of them successfully kills my erection.

I keep them in my mind and tell Tati, “Okay, let’s go then.”

She leads me back through the pool area, with everyone watching us, but luckily nobody tries to come and talk to me. We make it to the elevator unbothered, and it isn’t long before we’re back on our hotel floor. This time we pass Daryl and Ariana’s bodyguard, Ross, on our way back to the suite.

“Come to my room so I can change, then you can have a shower,” Tati tells me as we enter the suite.

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