“Do you want to use the bathroom first, or shall I?”
“You can go first,” I say, taking a seat at the small table where Kat was sitting earlier.
I remove my shoes before getting up and placing them on the shoe rack next to the door. Old habits die hard. Mum never let us wear our shoes in the house.
When Kat disappears, I grab her shoes from the corner and place them next to mine.
However tempting, I don’t venture onto the balcony.
Once was enough. I don’t need to see Kathryn Frazer, wet and naked, while we’re sharing a room.
It took a long time, under the icy cold spray of the shower, to get my cock to calm down. Despite our mental battles over the years, my body still responds to hers physically, and always has. I didn’t think Kat or her brothers would appreciate me relieving my sexual frustration with her in the room next door.
I run a hand down my face at the memory. It took all my willpower to turn away. I didn’t think it was possible that Kat could become more beautiful, as she’s got older.
I look up as she enters the bedroom, wrapped once more in one of the hotel dressing gowns. Her hair is tied up in a messy bun, her face is shining, and makeup-free.
“All yours,” she says.
“Thanks.”
I grab my sleep shorts and t-shirt and head to the bathroom.
Tonight was not what I expected. Kat could have knocked me over with a feather when she said we were having dinner together. I was thinking of room service, but it makes sense. She needs to experience the hotel if she’s to put the FHG stamp on it.
More importantly, it looks like Kat meant it when she said we could be professional. Tonight was informative and surprisingly enjoyable, even if it was all work.
I take my time getting ready. When I return to the room, Kat is already in the tiny bed.
“Kat,” I say. “You should take the main bed.”
She looks up from her phone. “It’s okay. Besides, there’s no way you can sleep on this. Your legs would be hanging over the edge.”
“That’s not the point. You need to get a good night’s sleep.”
She frowns, and I kick myself.
“You do too,” she says. “I’m more likely to sleep on here than you are. Besides, I won’t get any sleep if you spend the entire night tossing and turning.”
I scowl, and she smiles.
“Thanks for the offer,” she says. “But honestly, I’m fine where I am.”
I look over at what is little more than a child’s bed. Kat is five feet ten, and her legs are hitting the end. She’s correct in her assumption. Mine would be hanging off.
“Besides, I’ve put an order in for full-sized single beds and mattresses. I’ve already sent off an email. We can’t be the first to have this problem.”
“Always super-efficient,” I murmur under my breath.
“It’s what keeps the cogs turning.”
I let out a huff of air, making my way to the luxurious bed I’m going to be sleeping in, alone.
I pull back the cover and sit down. The mattress gives beneath me, and I know this is going to provide one of the best nights’ sleep I’ve had in a while.
“Okay, goodnight then,” I say, putting on my headphones and connecting to my favourite podcast on my phone.
“Goodnight.”
