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We share a loaded look, as I peel off the second white sock, and I drop them onto the marble floor.
“Thanks.”
I then look away from his piercing blue eyes. I have to. We’re clearly different species, and I now sense, he wouldruinme.
I suspect he knows it too, because the energy is charged and electric.
“Shall we give it a month and see how you feel?” he asks, as I take in his husky accent.
I nod, “sure, I guess. I was actually expecting a dump.”
Lorenzo laughs, and I relax some. “You always come wet, and dripping?”
I freeze.
Did he just ask that?
It gets awkward until he jumps in. “I mean arrive like a Storm. Wet. And dramatic… Forget it!”
I nod as the hunk steps behind me. I have no idea what he will do, when suddenly he helps me out of my long wet coat.
As he puts it on his shoulder, he flicks his head, “follow me.”
I do as I’m told, and I follow him through the palatial penthouse. This time, I notice fine music playing.
It is calming, and we finally walk into a huge bathroom with a shower, bath and stunning view of Central Park. Lorenzo walks to a classy towel rack, and he passes me a black towel, just like his.
It’s made of the most soft toweling, almost like some kind of fur. It even has a crest on it.
In gold.
“Take off your clothes.”
As my jaw drops, Lorenzo turns on the powerful shower, and growls, “get in.”
I’m about to remove my top, when he walks to the door. Nervously, I follow him, and as he steps outside, our eyes meet. Lorenzo has an aristocratic look, but there is a clear sense of bad boy. The energy is charged, and it’s hard to breathe.
Slowly, I close the door and then lean against it. “Holy shit.”
Now alone, steam fills the bathroom. I am turned on, and wet. Undressing here, and now in his home. OMG. It’s as hot AF.
My panties are as wet as my top, and my heart is still pounding.
Just when I’ve taken everything off, and I’m about to shower naked, there is a knock. I freeze, and I wonder if he’ll come in, and if we will shower together.
My clit throbs, and my nipples are still hard. Slowly, I force myself to the door, and I hide behind it.
I open the door an inch, and peer out with big eyes. A glass of milk is in front of me, and I frown. Whiskey in a crystal glass rises next to it, and I laugh, and take it.
“Wise. It’ll warm you up.” The hunk says behind piercing eyes, and his unbelievably hot body.
“Thanks,” I say closing the door, leaning against it, and feeling better.
As I drink the whiskey in the hot shower, I begin to calm. What the heck is going on? The coolest place, and the hottest guy.No!
The sexiest, and grumpiest guy.
My mind must be playing with me, and this has to be a dream. Things like this, do not happen to me,ever.
