Chapter 25: Chapter: 25

ANDREA

“Don't you know how to knock?!” I snapped, then instantly regretted it. This is my boss. I bite my lips as I wait for his anger.

Nick only raised that arrogant brow; his lips quirked a little. My scream didn't faze him. His eyes leisurely took me in, from my bare legs to the towel that barely reached my thigh, which I was clutching so tightly to my body.

My wet hair draped over the side of my face and over my shoulders in all its curling glory.

“I did knock Andrea. And I haven't seen or done anything yet. So save up your screams for me, yeah? Logan doesn't need to hear them.”

My mouth parts, not believing the words coming out of Nicklaus' mouth, even as my cheeks heated. He turned and walked into the shower enclosure. He opened it and began to strip, undoing one button at a time, like I wasn't standing there with my mouth gaping open like a fish.

When finally his massive shoulders came into view, I blinked, and a second later, I did the only sensible thing I could: I fled.

As I searched through the clothes Nick had bought for me. I kept wondering if he would have stripped all the way, knowing I was still in the bathroom.

Then I remembered who Nick was; the man was unpredictable. A part of me wishes I'd stayed and leisurely surveyed that beautiful ink I'd seen a glimpse of on his shoulder. Maybe run my fingers all over those tight muscles.

I shake my head, aghast at the direction of my thoughts; I quickly dislodge that thought. Running had been the sensible thing, not to forget Logan is here. And I'm not ready, God, I'm really not prepared.

That reminds me, I haven't told Jules that we're on a business trip. I made a mental note to call her tomorrow. Now, my main concern was what to wear. I bite my lips, thinking of what to do.

I hadn't found an appropriate shirt or dress I could sleep in. I decided to put the clothes I'd traveled in back on and go to bed.

The problem is that I'd left the clothes in the bathroom hamper. I decided to wait until Nick finished his shower, then sneak out and get my clothes back.

But then something caught my eye at the door, Nick's bag. I hadn't realized the manager had brought it in here.

I guiltily opened his bag, stole one of his shirts, and zipped it right back. Then I opened the door, dropped the bag outside, and closed it.

The shirt was a crisp white, and so long it covered my knees. It kept slipping off my smaller frame, so I had to fold the sleeves so many times just to see my hands.

I pulled up the new lacy panties—from the ones he'd bought me—up my legs and thighs. Now that I'm freshly out of the shower with new underwear and a stolen shirt, I suddenly feel so sleepy. I finally went to bed.

Burying myself in the white sheets that smell of detergent, my eyes fluttering shut, my last thought: Australia is a world away. I didn't know that before.

I rock my hips, dry humping his thigh that was between mine, rubbing deliciously against my pussy, I moan as pleasure so foreign courses through me; I could feel the wetness trickling out of me; my panties were embarrassingly soaked.

I tried to get closer to the owner of that muscular thigh. But I suddenly couldn't, my legs and hands were pinned by something hard.

“Stop this and go back to sleep, Andrea, otherwise you're going to get yourself fuck and thrust me. I don't do slow or gentle.”

I moaned, struggling to get free and just as I was about to give up. Warmth and pleasure bloomed over my chest and flooded my entire body, sending spikes of pleasure straight to my pussy.

I arched, riding that hard surface from earlier. I tried this for a few seconds before my entire body trembled and shook in pure bliss, I slumped back on the bed and drifted off again.

The familiar sound of my phone alarm woke me up. As I lay there with my eyes still closed, memories from last night came to me like a movie, replaying scene after scene.

Getting on the plane with Nicklaus, stopping at LA to refuel, getting stroked by Nicklaus. Dozing off with Nicklaus, Nicklaus seeing me naked?

My eyes sprang open. I sat up on the bed. That had really happened. Well, what's done is done. It's not like I wasn't stripping out of my clothes for him in the near future.

That reminds me of the strangest dream I had, that had almost felt too real. I was grateful to see that Nick was not in the room; I was alone, just like I was last night. Otherwise, I would have thought it was real.

I had never had a sex dream before, and it felt so fucking real. It was fortunate that all that rubbing against him like I was a cat in heat was just a wet dream.

Thank God for small blessings. I took my clothes and got into the shower, something caught my eye as I was stripping.

My eyes bulged out of their sockets as I leaned into the mirror checking my red swollen nipples. I touched it slightly and it aches.

My stomach flutters with a mix of fear and need so strong moisture pool between my thighs.

Biting my lip, I reached between my legs and slipped two fingers between my lower lips.

There was no soreness or swelling, no new changes besides the usual wetness I get when I think of Nicklaus. Relief and something like disappointment punches me in the gut as I turn on the shower and get under it.

My mind swirl with thoughts of what could have made my nipples red, sore and tender. Could it be a bug? Or an allergy to something I ate? But then I remember that dream and I don't know any more.