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Chapter 11

Shane

Ruben was here.

My hands trembled slightly as I stowed my backpack in the closet.

Ruben was here.

I didn’t know yet what to make of it. I was still busy processing this explosive encounter.

I grinned. Ruben had been here. And obviously it wasn’t going to change anytime soon.

I quickly undressed in the bathroom. I desperately needed a shower. After the long bus ride and the trip with Adriel, I was more than ready for a wash.

As I stood under the spray, the surprise—the shock—of Ruben’s presence slowly faded from my body. And the memory of what Ruben had freely displayed took its place.

I glanced at my traitorous cock, which thought it had to get hard.

Ruben was an arrogant dick who didn’t even want to be in the same room with us. So, we weren’t going to jerk off thinking about his pale, soft skin. About the black chest hair, I had buried my fingers in. His velvety hair, that had caressed my fingertips.

Nope.

I still couldn’t understand how this break had come about. But now I had the opportunity to find out.

That thought should be enough to relax me.

After my shower, during which I couldn’t keep thoughts of Ruben out of my mind as effectively as I had intended, I explored the accommodation and the area. The cabin was designed for two people and was therefore quite small. It was reminiscent of a student dorm, with no real second room. Except for the bathroom.

I found my way to the staff dining room easily thanks to George’s description.

At the entrance, I ran into Adriel. People were bustling around us, greeting me warmly with smiles and nods.

“Ah, there you are. Everything okay?” my boss asked.

“Sure, everything’s fine,” I lied. I couldn’t have imagined such a turbulent start in my wildest dreams.

Adriel pointed across the room to one of four refrigerators. “This is where we eat. The hall is always open. You can cook here yourselves. However, meals are also served twice a day. Of course, you can take a snack with you to the hut, but you can store your things in the refrigerator and prepare them here. Breakfast is served from 5:30 to 8:00 in the morning, and in the evening, the kitchen cooks for us. What’s on the menu is posted on a note on the bulletin board the night before. You ski instructors and entertainers are mostly among yourselves here. If the schedule doesn´t suit you, you can cater for yourself. But you are entitled to both meals if you want. The kitchen has its own rhythm. But one or two people still find their way to us. Similar to Ruben today. Hey, Ruben, come here.”

Adriel waved over my roommate, who approached us with his lips pressed together.

“Ruben. This is our new arrival. I’m sure you can explain to him how he can maybe grab something from the kitchen at lunchtime if Shane happens to be in the main house. You’re not working tonight, are you?”

“No,” Ruben growled, and Adriel squinted his eyes in surprise. “And we’ve already had the pleasure. Shane lives with me.”

“Ah, you share a cabin.” Adriel spoke indignantly, resembling an English high school teacher at a private school.

Ruben immediately turned bright red and quickly opened his mouth. “Of course. We share the cabin.”

Adriel immediately placed his hand on Ruben’s shoulder in a friendly manner, but Ruben wasn’t so quick to be appeased, if I interpreted his gaze correctly.

“Perfect. Then you can take over the rest of the introduction here. It’s not my field of work, anyway.” With that, Adriel disappeared, leaving Ruben and me standing there.

I stared at him wordlessly, and he shook his head. I didn’t understand his muttered words. It was better that way.

“Sit down. The kitchen will bring the food in a moment. Plates and cutlery are in the wall cabinets.”

“Fantastic,” I exclaimed, overly friendly.