Royal District, Royal Arms Hotel Suite 1221
NarrAy tipped the hotel android and tucked the note he'd delivered into the pocket of her robe. "Senth?" She walked back into the bedroom, heard water running, and poked her head inside the bathroom. Steam frosted the glass-enclosed shower. "Senth, honey, there's a--Whoa!"
Senth was pressed against the glass from his firm behind all the way up to his shoulders.
NarrAy gulped against a rush of pheromones. "Uh, there's a...a note."
"What?" Senth stepped away from the glass and came to the opening, both hands in his soapy hair. Shampoo bubbles trickled down his upraised arms, onto his shoulders, and down across his chest. Senth's nose wriggled. He'd done that several times during the night, inhaling her scent. It shot a tinge of warmth down her body. "I couldn't hear you, sweetie. There's a what?"
"Nothing." NarrAy cast off her robe and stepped into the shower, right into Senth's slippery, soapy, slick, sexy, and open arms.
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What a time to get a note. Guess we’ll wonder for a while
Looks like the note will have to wait. 🙂
I take it her actions were not directed by the message. 😉