8

The bedroom was homely. A dim night light was left on and in front of the king sized bed was a sixty two inches flat tv. There was a couch set beside the floor to ceiling window of the room and a small closet. This could easily pass for a living space especially with the convenience of the bathroom just beside the bed.

I was too tired to think straight so I dumped my bags on the bed and laid off to sleep.

"Won't you take a shower?" There was a gentle tap on my shoulder from Daniel but I was too lazy to open my eyes. I groaned in response, I knew I should but I couldn't bring myself to.

"It's fine, take the rest you need." He stood from the bed and I opened my eyes in a squinting manner, watching him take his shirt off with his back to me. He was hot as hell, there was no denying that for whatever reason.

I knew I was starting to dose off but I managed to catch a glimpse of him in a towel and soon tangled in a web of sleep until he returned only a few minutes later,  the careful steps he was taking were still enough to case me to come awake.

"What are you doing?" I sat upright when I saw he had picked two pillows from the bed and was heading for the couch.

"Tell me you're joking, gave you last your mind?"

"I'm just going to sleep on the couch?" He sounded confused by my choice of words. I shook my head at him quickly.

"I'm not going to let that happen, the bed is big enough to fit us both."

"Wouldn't that make you uncomfortable?" He raised one brow and while I had a crazy crush on him, I genuinely didn't want him to have to suffer the effect of sleeping on the couch when we were both so tired.

I put my pillows between us and created a demarcation, "there, if that makes you feel more comfortable."

He smiled and I sighed in relief when he took the space beside me, "goodnight, we have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

"Goodnight to you too."

**

Our meeting with Marcel was supposed to be at seven a.m but I didn't know if it was because I was jet lagged or because we were tired from last night but when I woke up it was past nine in the morning.

"Fuck!" I jumped to my feet. Daniel was still in bed cuddling one of the pillows to his chest when I shook him awake, "Daniel we are late!"

I picked my phone and groaned, ten missed calls, I scanned through, they were from my mom, sister and Stella.

I decided I wouldn't return any of their calls until we were able to properly figure out out fate at Marcel today.

Daniel got up a few seconds later and when he glanced at the wall clock, it seemed to be that he also realised the trouble we were in by now and also jerked to his feet, "the alarms didn't even wake us up, we are going to be in so much trouble, aren't we? fuck its my first trial on the job and here I am messing things up for the life of me, fuck it."

He was going through his bag and picking his clothes out and bathroom supplies.

"Oh great, there's only one bathroom, we really don't have time to waste, this is why we should have booked two rooms." I sighed.

"Hey, there's two shower heads in there, we could bathe together." He suggested and I stared at him as though he had sprouted a new head.

"Are you kidding right now?"

"We have no time to spare, and we are wasting more time arguing." He took my wrist and pulled me in with him before I could argue further.

The bathroom did have two shower heads the to his words but it was all in one containment.

He had his back to me and I heard the unxiopoinh of his shorts and quickly turned around. Okay breathe Jennifer, this wasn't awkward at all, we just juth didn't have any choice in the matter, no big deal about it.

I got out of my clothes from last night and was hanging my clothes on the wall of the shower space of the bathroom when he turned his shower head on and the water drenched my back. I let out a scream from how cold it was against my naked back.

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"Who in their right state of mind bathes with water that is that cold, you have to be out of your mind at this point."

"I like it, it's not that big of a deal."

I was literally butt naked with the man of my dreams and couldn't even see him. A huge part of me just wanted to turn around and catch a glimpse of what he could be packing but I needed to remember to have self control, that was what mattered the most.

I turned my shower head on after finding the right temperature for it and let the water soak in. I tried not to think of how my father would react if he knew we had likely missed a meeting with one of the most important parts of his life.

I tried to scan for the soap without looking at him and when it proved pointless I called, "hey can you please pass the soap?"

"Sure."

I had my hand stretched and was waiting for him to drop it in. When he did, I washed my bathing sponge and stretched back to return it, "you can have it back."

When he was unable to place where my hand was, I tried to move backwards a little so he could have it in his hand but that caused me to slip. I let out a scream and caught on to the closest thing I could reach but as fate would have it, I was holding on to his cock, his fucking damn cock.