making any dodgy moves, because I'm not. You don't have to
be so scared." He moved over to his luggage and got out a sleeping
bag which he spread out across the chaise longue. "This is going to do me
just fine," he got his possessions and disappeared into the bathroom,
leaving Nadine sitting all alone on the bed.
It was almost midnight.
Had they really been downstairs for so long?
It was time for bed and
tomorrow there was an eight thirty start for Nadine. First on the agenda was an
informal breakfast meeting with the marketing heads from the international
offices. Then there were various meetings and presentations, some with Michael
Zimmerman and some with Sandra and she was booked up all day until seven
o'clock.
She hoped Ethan would be
able to keep himself busy and out of trouble for most of the day. She made a
mental note to ask Melissa to keep an eye on him and to make sure he was
alright.
Just as she was thinking
these thoughts, Ethan walked out in his boxers and a white t-shirt. He had a
beautiful physique and she knew he knew that this was what she was thinking.
She tried to avert her gaze but it fell from his face, to his t-shirt and
skimmed over to his boxers.
Her heart missed a beat
and she felt her pulse quickening.
"Well, good night
then," she said, rather tartly, getting up to hide in the comfort of the
bathroom herself. "I'll be out of the way early tomorrow. You’ve got the
day free to yourself. Enjoy yourself, if you want treatments or food or drink,
just charge it to the room." She tried to look at his eyes, to gauge his
mood. She didn’t want to be nasty to him. But she felt she needed to set her boundaries.
As he got into his
sleeping bag, striking quite an absurd pose, for which she had no option but to
blurt out laughing. "You have no idea how funny you look!"
"Oh, I have a pretty
good idea," he replied, grinning widely and watching her reaction.
"I hope you'll be
comfortable Ethan," she got her belongings out of her suitcase.
"Don't worry your
pretty head about me, I'm good," and then he wriggled his feet in the
sleeping bag and his legs, from just under the knee downwards, hung over the
edge of the chaise longue. He shuffled around trying to find a comfortable
position for his head but the hard, high arm of the chaise longue made this
almost impossible. The higher up he put his head on the edge, the more of his
legs he was able to get on the chaise longue. But it was uncomfortable. If he
moved his head down onto the level surface of the chaise longue, then most of
his legs dangled uncomfortably off it.
Nadine felt sorry for
him. "You don’t look comfortable at all.”
Should she offer to
share her bed?
"No, no, no, no, it
isn't," he said, mocking her absurdly. "I'm going to sleep like a
baby tonight." But he didn’t seem convincing at all.
"And from the babies
I know, it means you'll be up every hour, on the hour." She headed
into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind her.
In his sleeping bag,
Ethan chuckled to himself softly. Nadine was such a prude. Where most women
would openly and flagrantly show off their bodies in front of him, Nadine was
the opposite. He half expected her to emerge from the bathroom in a sister's
habit.
When, a little while
later, she slipped out in a checked blue and white night shirt, Ethan was
already fast asleep. Which made Nadine exceedingly happy. She stared at his
sleeping form, watching his face intently from as near as she dared and tried
to suppress a giggle at the sight of his long, legs spilling over onto the
floor. Poor man, he wasn't going to sleep very well at all.
She set the alarm for six
in the morning and sunk blissfully into her large and luxurious bed.
Chapter Eleven
Nadine was already
stirring in her bed long before the alarm went off.
So when the first gentle
beeps of her alarm started to sound, she slipped out her arm and quickly
switched it off. She slipped her arm back into the sumptuous bed
be so scared." He moved over to his luggage and got out a sleeping
bag which he spread out across the chaise longue. "This is going to do me
just fine," he got his possessions and disappeared into the bathroom,
leaving Nadine sitting all alone on the bed.
It was almost midnight.
Had they really been downstairs for so long?
It was time for bed and
tomorrow there was an eight thirty start for Nadine. First on the agenda was an
informal breakfast meeting with the marketing heads from the international
offices. Then there were various meetings and presentations, some with Michael
Zimmerman and some with Sandra and she was booked up all day until seven
o'clock.
She hoped Ethan would be
able to keep himself busy and out of trouble for most of the day. She made a
mental note to ask Melissa to keep an eye on him and to make sure he was
alright.
Just as she was thinking
these thoughts, Ethan walked out in his boxers and a white t-shirt. He had a
beautiful physique and she knew he knew that this was what she was thinking.
She tried to avert her gaze but it fell from his face, to his t-shirt and
skimmed over to his boxers.
Her heart missed a beat
and she felt her pulse quickening.
"Well, good night
then," she said, rather tartly, getting up to hide in the comfort of the
bathroom herself. "I'll be out of the way early tomorrow. You’ve got the
day free to yourself. Enjoy yourself, if you want treatments or food or drink,
just charge it to the room." She tried to look at his eyes, to gauge his
mood. She didn’t want to be nasty to him. But she felt she needed to set her boundaries.
As he got into his
sleeping bag, striking quite an absurd pose, for which she had no option but to
blurt out laughing. "You have no idea how funny you look!"
"Oh, I have a pretty
good idea," he replied, grinning widely and watching her reaction.
"I hope you'll be
comfortable Ethan," she got her belongings out of her suitcase.
"Don't worry your
pretty head about me, I'm good," and then he wriggled his feet in the
sleeping bag and his legs, from just under the knee downwards, hung over the
edge of the chaise longue. He shuffled around trying to find a comfortable
position for his head but the hard, high arm of the chaise longue made this
almost impossible. The higher up he put his head on the edge, the more of his
legs he was able to get on the chaise longue. But it was uncomfortable. If he
moved his head down onto the level surface of the chaise longue, then most of
his legs dangled uncomfortably off it.
Nadine felt sorry for
him. "You don’t look comfortable at all.”
Should she offer to
share her bed?
"No, no, no, no, it
isn't," he said, mocking her absurdly. "I'm going to sleep like a
baby tonight." But he didn’t seem convincing at all.
"And from the babies
I know, it means you'll be up every hour, on the hour." She headed
into the bathroom and shut the door, locking it behind her.
In his sleeping bag,
Ethan chuckled to himself softly. Nadine was such a prude. Where most women
would openly and flagrantly show off their bodies in front of him, Nadine was
the opposite. He half expected her to emerge from the bathroom in a sister's
habit.
When, a little while
later, she slipped out in a checked blue and white night shirt, Ethan was
already fast asleep. Which made Nadine exceedingly happy. She stared at his
sleeping form, watching his face intently from as near as she dared and tried
to suppress a giggle at the sight of his long, legs spilling over onto the
floor. Poor man, he wasn't going to sleep very well at all.
She set the alarm for six
in the morning and sunk blissfully into her large and luxurious bed.
Chapter Eleven
Nadine was already
stirring in her bed long before the alarm went off.
So when the first gentle
beeps of her alarm started to sound, she slipped out her arm and quickly
switched it off. She slipped her arm back into the sumptuous bed
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