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her, well, she might feel like I used her and never had any intention of giving her a chance. Could she sue me, sue the company, because of all this? Did I mislead her in any way? I wasn’t in a winning situation on either front. I had to admit I hadn’t even really looked at her resume or credentials. I was more infatuated with her than anything, and I guess it bit me in the ass yet again.
    I needed to think of something and I needed to think of it fast. Once she woke up, things could go sour. What if she asked about the internship? What if she wanted to hang around and didn’t leave? There were so many possibilities and I didn’t want to be the village idiot fumbling for an answer when she came.
    I walked out of the bedroom and quietly closed the door before heading downstairs and into the kitchen. I started some coffee and stood there with my hands against the speckled white quartz counters that almost reflected my image back at me. How could I be so stupid? It wasn’t that I didn’t like her or didn’t have a good time—I did, but it wasn’t like she was some random woman I met on the app. This really was why they say not to mix business and pleasure. It never works out.
    “ Good morning,” I heard, a few minutes later.
    I perked up as I looked over and saw Penelope walking towards me. She was fully dressed in the same clothes from last night.
    “ Good morning,” she said.
    “ Good morning. I hope you slept well,” I said.
    “ I did, thanks. You have a very comfortable bed,” she said with a smile.
    “ How come you’re dressed?” I asked.
    “ I think it’s probably best if I get out of your hair. Besides, you have to get ready for work and I need to shower and everything,” she said.
    “ You’re welcome to shower here if you need to. I have five bathrooms,” I said.
    “ You’ve already done enough for me, with the dinner and the, well, other stuff. It’ll be fine. I’m just going to go get a cab,” she said.
    As I looked at her in that tight-fitting dress I almost started to get the same urges I did last night. She might have had day-old makeup and messy hair, but my boner was the same way it was last night. Did I dare ask her to stay and shower with me? I needed to get ready for work, and she wouldn’t be able to stay after that. No, I couldn’t. I wouldn’t.
    “ Why don’t you come take a shower with me?” I asked.
    The words floated out of my mouth and I couldn’t even stop them. What the hell was going on?
    “ Are you sure?” she asked, with a smile.
    “ Yeah, it’ll be fun. It’ll have to be quick, though. I have to get to the office. I’ll have Gustav waiting afterwards to take you home,” I said, knowing I couldn’t back out of the offer just seconds after making it.
    “ Okay, let’s go,” she said.
    With my coffee now done, I forwent it and grabbed her hand before we walked upstairs to my shower. I had a shower large enough for ten people, with twenty sprayers and nozzles all over that were enough to clean a muddied elephant.
    I watched as she slipped out of her dress and pulled her panties down from behind. Fuck, was she hot, and as I saw little hints of her pink pussy, I knew I wanted to taste it again. I slid my pajama pants off and walked into the now steaming shower as she waited inside for me.
    As the warm water hit our bodies from all directions, she kissed me and I felt her body pressed up against me. My dick, growing larger with each tender kiss, brushed up against her thigh before I grabbed onto her hips and kept her close.
    I lathered her up as the suds instantly floated down her soft, womanly body, no match for the water. Her hands rubbed my woodsy-scented body wash all over my body, and I felt her feel every ripple of my chiseled abs. With her hair wet and slicked back she looked up at me with happily glazed eyes, and I almost felt bad about the position I had put us both in. She was a good girl, and I wanted to keep her around for a little while, but