"Uh, umm, hey Trish, uh, didn't see you there…fancy seeing you round this
time of day and in this room no less, and speaking of that, what are you
doing here?" Paul questioned, a little nervous. Trish was wearing nothing
but a bath robe.
"Oh, hey Paul," she said with a small smile. "You won't believe my luck," she began. "Of all the places, my shower ran out of hot water," she lied. Phase two of the bet was just beginning. "Steph was kind enough to let me use hers. She's downstairs having breakfast with some of the girls."
"Uh, huh," Paul said, his eyes concentrating on the front of her robe which had opened up slightly. He couldn't think straight anymore. He hadn't had any ass since last week.
"So what do I owe of this visit Mr. Levesque? Business, or pleasure?" she teased.
"Oh, a little bit of business," feeling naughty, he added, "and a little bit of pleasure."
"Well, it's either one or the other, so what will it be?" she smirked.
"In that case, babe, I'm strictly business," he said grinning.
"Oh really? By the looks of it pleasure," she said, casting a devilish glance at the pile of his clothes on the floor from the night past.
"Oh, that," he said moving his eyes to where she was looking, "that's none of your business," he said, a large smile spread across his face.
She raised an eyebrow, "Well then, then I'll tell you right now, I know of no business but pleasure," she said.
"Oh really?" Paul said.
"Yeah really," Trish answered.
"That said, why don't you show me your business?" Paul said raising an eyebrow of his own.
She walked over to him and snaked her index finger down his hard muscular chest. She then placed her neck on the crook of his and gently kissed his jaw. Settling on his earlobe, nibbling it, she whispered, "My pleasure."
Impatiently, he moved his mouth against hers, and she pulled his shirt off. All rational thought left his mind. Stephanie who? Right, she blew him off last night, what he needed right now was an easy lay. Then there was a loud knock at the door…
"Oh, hey Paul," she said with a small smile. "You won't believe my luck," she began. "Of all the places, my shower ran out of hot water," she lied. Phase two of the bet was just beginning. "Steph was kind enough to let me use hers. She's downstairs having breakfast with some of the girls."
"Uh, huh," Paul said, his eyes concentrating on the front of her robe which had opened up slightly. He couldn't think straight anymore. He hadn't had any ass since last week.
"So what do I owe of this visit Mr. Levesque? Business, or pleasure?" she teased.
"Oh, a little bit of business," feeling naughty, he added, "and a little bit of pleasure."
"Well, it's either one or the other, so what will it be?" she smirked.
"In that case, babe, I'm strictly business," he said grinning.
"Oh really? By the looks of it pleasure," she said, casting a devilish glance at the pile of his clothes on the floor from the night past.
"Oh, that," he said moving his eyes to where she was looking, "that's none of your business," he said, a large smile spread across his face.
She raised an eyebrow, "Well then, then I'll tell you right now, I know of no business but pleasure," she said.
"Oh really?" Paul said.
"Yeah really," Trish answered.
"That said, why don't you show me your business?" Paul said raising an eyebrow of his own.
She walked over to him and snaked her index finger down his hard muscular chest. She then placed her neck on the crook of his and gently kissed his jaw. Settling on his earlobe, nibbling it, she whispered, "My pleasure."
Impatiently, he moved his mouth against hers, and she pulled his shirt off. All rational thought left his mind. Stephanie who? Right, she blew him off last night, what he needed right now was an easy lay. Then there was a loud knock at the door…