"Thanks," she said wryly. I am going to take a shower; I seem to have jam in my hair.
"Raspberry preserves actually and remember that C is for chaud, which over here means hot, don't burn yourself," he said, walking back around to his spot on the couch, trying not to look too leeringly at her strong legs or the slight bit of cleavage being displayed by the towel wrapped around her. He was trying not to think of her as sexy but it was quickly becoming a real challenge, even with her out of the room. He heard the shower turn on and tried to turn his focus back to working on the paper he was supposed to present six weeks from now, attempting to banish all thought of her from his mind and not doing a very good job of it.
Samantha was still shaking her head as she looked at her reflection in the mirror.
"The guy's a mental case, that has to be it," she said to her reflection, before sticking out her tongue at herself. "Cute, but a mental case." She closed the door, locked it, put the towel over the sink, and bent to turn on the shower, remembering his admonishment about the temperature. Trust the French to do things backwards she mused as she adjusted the temperature and stepped under the spray, pulling the shower curtain closed.
"A cute, but rich mental case," she amended after she got herself wet and started soaping herself. "After all, how else could he afford something like this? The guy's got at least three laptops that I saw, a five thousand dollar plasma TV, and at least that in stereo components. Who knows how much they cost over here. And he writes and 'does favors?' At that rate, he must have done favors for either a lot of people or some pretty important people, or both. Or maybe it is just a lot of important people." She interrupted her musing to shampoo her hair, working to get the jam out of it. "Raspberry preserves, Samantha," she corrected herself as she ran her hands through her now clean hair. She had to admit though that as bad as the day had started out, things were not too bad now. Sylvia had been somewhat understanding about her getting lost and did not mind rescheduling overly much. What could have been a clothing disaster turned out for the best and she might even get a decent set of directions out of this guy. That is if he did not cut her up in to bite-sized pieces while she was wet and naked in the shower. This thought caused her to peek around the shower curtain. The bathroom was still empty, the towel was where she had left it and the bolt was still closed, locking the door from the inside. She let herself relax slightly and returned to her musings. For a moment, she let her mind go blank as the water washed away a little of the trepidation she was feeling. Her body shivered slightly, causing her nipples to harden in a way that she could feel, the skin tightening and the water hitting them in such a way that they tingled and set other parts of her body tingling. She let her soap covered hand slide over one of her nipples as her other hand slid over her clit, bring a slight moan from deep inside her to the surface.
"Pull yourself together Samantha," she said, taking her hands away from her body and turning her mind to think about Alex. There had to be something, some issue she had overlooked.
The only thing remaining, of the small things that she was unsure of, was if he was gay. He did not seem gay. His apartment was tastefully decorated she had to admit, but it was not screaming coordination. It seemed to be a collection of eclectic things that made sense or at least fit together economically. The couches, while large and comfy, were a utility pattern that could hide a multitude of sins and the carpets were simple and functional rather than garish and showy. He had some ancient maps of Paris and London and other cities that she did not immediately recognize scattered around the walls as decorations, along with some movie posters and other pieces of art that really did not seem to go together other than might be attributed to his taste, which she did not find all that bad when she considered it. No, she concluded, he was not gay, at least not outwardly. Come to think of it, she could have sworn that he was checking her out when she was wearing only a towel earlier. That was not something most gay men did. At least not in her limited experience. That thought made her nipples harden and her clit begin to throb but she would not give into the feelings and instead turned around and shut the water off.
Stepping out of the shower, she further considered that the bed was rumpled and unmade but the clothes were picked up except for some of the things on a chair in the corner where a couple of pairs of shoes also were sitting and there did not seem to be any indication of another woman either which made her feel better about his earlier statement that he did not have a wife. Of course this did not mean he had not ever had a wife, only that he currently did not have one. Why did this seem to matter to her she wondered? She looked around the bathroom which was pleasant but sparse of the sorts of things she was used to seeing in the bathrooms of her gay friends or even the couple of metrosexuals she had dated, guys that had spent even more time getting ready to go out than she did. He had a toothbrush, shampoo and soap. A couple of towels and a razor and that was it. He was a low maintenance man from the looks of things. So low, she chuckled to herself, that he probably saves a fortune in blades by only shaving once a week, which, oddly, got her wondering what he would look like in a tuxedo. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was reminded that she needed to do some grooming too. Maybe tonight she would have time to take care of that. She dried herself off, hung the towel up on the rod and pulled what remained of her clothes back on. The coffee had soaked through to her bra staining it on the front and back and she had tossed it into the laundry but she was hesitant about appearing in front of him without one on. However, she decided that she did not really have much choice and walked back into the great room.
To be continued...
