“Suddenly, the altitude is bothering me a lot less.”
This fucking woman. I was glad she wanted it just as much as I did.
“Here we are,” I said when we finally reached my bedroom.
It was open and spacious, painted a bright white with dark, exposed wood beams running across the ceiling. A king-size bed sat against a far wall, looking out over the valley through another set of floor-to-ceiling glass windows. I was generally pretty tidy, but I’d had my housekeeper come for a deep clean while I was en route to pick up Pam. When you’re a hairy minotaur, the shower could get gross pretty quick.
Pam ran her fingers over the plush blanket at the foot of the bed, one that Chai had given me for Christmas a few years ago. “This is really how it is all the time? You didn’t have an interior designer come in and spruce up the place once I said I would visit?”
“You’re looking at the interior designer. This is all me, babe.”
“What is this?” She grabbed a book off my nightstand, flipping it over to read the blurb.
Shit.
I could have sworn I put that away…
“It’s an omegaverse why choose romance. Ever read one of those?”
She put the book down and wrinkled her nose. “Nope. Wolven son-in-law. I just can’t bring myself to do it. The same goes for tentacles.”
I sighed and shook my head. “Well, that one is ruined for me now.”
It wasn’t.
It was too good not to finish it.
“Let me show you the bathroom,” I said, steering the conversation away from knotting. I set the suitcases down and gestured for her to follow me.
The en-suite had the same open feel with clean lines and dark tile contrasting the white walls. A double vanity took up most of the back wall, with a shower and soaking tub on one side and a steam room on the other.
“You have a sauna. In your house.”
I shrugged. “It’s actually a steam room, and it’s nice after you come in from the cold.”
“Can we get in?” she asked, peering through the glass.
I swiped my tongue over my lips and smirked. I was more than happy to see her naked and sweaty, and it would probably help with the aches and pains she was feeling from the plane ride.
“Alright,” I said and undid my belt, pushing my pants down over my legs.
“Well, that was easier than I thought it would be,” Pam said with a laugh.
I tapped a few buttons to start the steam room, setting it to a temperature that wouldn’t be stifling because, with the two of us in there, I was certain it would get hot enough.
She tugged her sweater over her head and peeled off her leggings while I fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. Her bra dropped to the floor and I slid down my underwear.
We were naked.
In my house.
Together.
Pam leaned against the bathroom counter, removing her glasses and releasing her hair from the clip holding it up. She fluffed the strands, letting them fall down her shoulders, and pushed out her chest.
Gods, those tits.
Her rosy pink nipples just begging me to touch them.
