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that I would be at his apartment, taking a shower. I sorted through the assortment of shampoos, body-washes, conditioners that I could never have afforded on my own.
    I lost track of time in the heavenly shower that Alexander Strauss enjoyed every morning before coming to work. I told the shower to stop and sure enough, it did. I then toweled myself off with the softest towel I had ever touched. I used some of the lotion that had been left out on the counter for me and my skin felt as smooth as the day I had been born. I slipped on the robe that felt like silk against my skin and walked out into Alexander’s bedroom, feeling refreshed.
    He stood in his room, stark naked. I was taken slightly aback on the unexpectedness of it and I admired his physique. Every muscle was perfectly toned, not disgustingly rippling like some steroided-out bodybuilder, but that of an Olympic athlete. Despite our recent session in the back of the limousine and how much it had taken out of me, if Alexander had wanted me again, I would have gladly submitted.
    “There is coffee downstairs in the dining room waiting for you, if you please. Also, I had some food arranged and left out. Please, help yourself and replenish your energy,” Alexander said, winking at me slightly when he said replenish your energy. “Make yourself at home. Feel completely free to explore my apartment. Nothing is off-limits to you here.”
    Before I could say anything he walked past me into the bathroom. He didn’t close the door behind him and I watched him step into the shower. I pushed back the urge to watch him wash off his impossibly sexy body and looked to the bed to see clothes laid out for me. They were nice clothes, high-end jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that looked very comfortable, yet still fashionable. A pair of socks and panties were laid out next to them.
    I put on the clothes, once again a perfect fit, and I looked around the room. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with complex books on mathematics, physics, and philosophical studies. Alexander Strauss was a very well-read man. I walked by the shelves, studying the books closely and finding that while many of them were academic, Alexander Strauss seemed to read everything that he could get his hands on. I marveled at the sheer volume of books he had accumulated and noticed his bedside table.
    There were only two items on the bedside, a lamp, simple and black, and a framed picture. In the picture a young boy stood with a woman that was obviously his mother. I studied the picture of Alexander with his mother and put it back down where it had been.
    I looked around his room and saw another spiral staircase leading up to a closed-door. I walked up the staircase and opened the door. A room slightly smaller was sparsely furnished with only a desk and many locked file cabinets. Alexander’s home office, obviously. I looked around briefly before descending the stairs and then going all the way down to the lowest level. I walked past the elevator and down a hallway into a enormous kitchen.
    Once again, I found myself at a loss for words. The kitchen was pristine. Granite tabletops sat on top of the finest woods. Cabinets stretched for miles. I could see no discernible fridge before realizing that it must match the cabinets, unlike my apartment with an ugly white fridge with a light that barely worked, if at all. There was an island in the middle of the kitchen that housed two sinks and a bunch of stove tops. Above the island hung an assortment of pots and pans worthy of the finest restaurant kitchens in the world. I marveled at the kitchen that would be the envy of any professional chef when a voice startled me.
    “Please, right this way Miss Dubois,” a man’s voice said.
    I turned to see an older man dressed in a suit. He was completely bald. A thin mustache hung above smiling lips. This must have been Alexander’s butler, or perhaps his personal chef. While he had startled me, upon seeing his face my