I woke up to the feeling of soft lips on my cheek and bright sunlight in my eyes.
"Good morning, kitten," I heard as I shut my eyes again.
"Good morning Miss Rose," I mumbled barely coherently.
I felt the bed shift as Miss Rose rolled out of it and I half listened to her talk. I desperately wanted a few more hours of sleep but knew I should probably get up. I was still tired as we had stayed up really late and by the time we stopped it felt like we'd been having sex for hours. Not that I was complaining though, I enjoyed almost every minute of it, and it was certainly an experience I was never going to forget for as long as I lived. But it was at least 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning before we finally stopped, but I wasn't sure exactly because I was so exhausted that I had fallen asleep within seconds after I'd cuddled up to her.
I laid there a moment longer after I heard the bathroom door shut and Miss Rose turn the shower on. I debated internally what I should do and thought it was probably best if I joined her in the shower. The contract was over though, and I wasn't required to do what she asked anymore, but I still felt compelled to obey because I knew it would make her happy, and I wanted her to be happy. I guess I had grown rather attached to her because I could tell that even though she didn't even really know me at all, she still cared for me. So I threw the covers off and rolled out of bed, brushing my long, messy hair behind my head with my hands and plodded over to the bathroom.
Miss Rose was already in the shower when I stepped into the bathroom, so I slid the glass door aside and joined her under the hot water. She was in the middle of washing her hair and didn't notice me right away, so I reached up and began to massage her scalp and she dropped her hands, leaning her head back to give me better access.
"Mmm, I am very glad you decided to join me, kitten," she said warmly. "Don't feel like you need to initiate anything with me unless you really want to. Simply washing each other is still a very intimate way to start the morning."
"Ok, Miss Rose," I replied, running my fingers through her copper hair.
So that's what we did, we took turns washing each other's bodies, and it was nice not feeling like we had to have sex while we were in the shower even though a few times I kinda wanted to, but to be honest I was too afraid to make the first move and it was obvious Miss Rose was actually going to respect my decision.
We dried off and got dressed in our robes together then went down to the kitchen. Miss Rose started a pot of coffee and started explaining what I was to expect now that our contract had concluded. I couldn't believe it was over though, by the end of the day I would be a millionaire, and it was official. I survived what I thought was going to be a terrible experience and ended up learning so much about myself and finding my true sexuality. I was surprised to find that I was actually kinda sad that it was over. I almost didn't want to go home. There were a few times throughout the last two nights where I couldn't wait for her to finally take my virginity and be done with it, but now that she had, I don't know, I felt like it wasn't long enough.
We made a little small talk while we enjoyed our coffee, and she told me about the business she ran, how she was grateful for the opportunity she was given when she made her first million at the age of 22 by selling a unique app she had developed to the tech company she was now the CEO of. I had already admired her for how she treated me these past few days, but this made me respect her even more. She was the kind of woman that every young girl should aspire to emulate.
Then she asked me about my dreams and what I wanted to do with my new fortune. I told her I'd been dancing almost since the time I learned to walk, to which she said explained my lithe physique. I wanted to use the money to open my own dance studio, to teach kids and adults alike the art of dance in every aspect I knew, and that it was my dream to one day perform with the Metropolitan Ballet. I was surprised to hear her say that if there was anything she could do to help me realize my dreams that she would be there for me. All it would take is a phone call. She even offered me a position at her firm if I do desired, or help me find a job if I couldn't get the dance studio off the ground. It warmed my heart to know she cared about my success and my future after I'd thought just 2 days ago that she was only buying me to use me.
I left her penthouse feeling a warmth in my chest that I'd never felt from anyone besides my family, the feeling of being genuinely loved and cared for. I'd given her a big hug before leaving and I couldn't stop thinking about her and those 2 nights we shared on my way home, and throughout the day I kept wondering why it had to end. What would it be like if I went back and slept with her on my own terms? Would she treat me any different knowing that I could say no to her at any point if I wanted to? Would I even want to say no to anything if I went back of my own volition? It made me feel like the whole experience was incomplete. But did I have the courage to go back? What should I do? Should I call her and ask for one more night? Should I just show up at her penthouse? What if she went back to her estate and she's not there?
Finally after I had dinner with my parents I made up my mind. I told them I was going out with my friends again and probably wouldn't be back until morning. I called up an Uber and had them take me back to Miss Rose's penthouse.
"Hi, um, is Rose Prescott in?" I asked when I walked up to the front desk.
"Yes, I believe she is. Sophia, right?" Lena said, recognizing me from the last 2 days I'd spent here.
Lena checked her tablet and said, "Looks like she hasn't left yet. Would you like me to page her to let you up?"
"Yes please, thank you," I said, nervously wringing my hands.
As I waited, I realized I probably should've dressed in something nicer. I had changed into my own clothes when I'd gotten home, just some jeans and a t-shirt that were comfortable, put my hair in a ponytail and didn't think to look pretty for Miss Rose when I left my house. But then I wondered why I felt the need to look pretty for her, especially knowing that I fully intended to sleep with her again and that would mean spending the majority of the night completely naked.
"You can go on up, Sophia, she's waiting for you. This will get you up to her place," Lena said, handing me a keychain fob that said "Penthouse Guest."
I thanked Lena and nervously walked over to the elevators, using the fob to get into the private express elevator and taking it all the way up. I almost hit the emergency stop on the way up second guessing my decision and thinking maybe I should just go home and let our little "relationship" remain as a 2 day business contract. But I didn't.
The elevator door opened and to my surprise, Miss Rose wasn't there waiting for me like I had expected. I cautiously stepped into the foyer and heard, "I had a feeling you'd be back, kitten," from the great room.
"Please come in," Miss Rose said, her voice echoing down the hall.
I kicked off my sneakers, set my purse down, and shuffled into the great room to see Miss Rose still in her red silk robe, her copper red hair let down and draped over her shoulders. She was enjoying a glass of wine by herself on a couch, looking out the enormous window as the sun set behind the darkening cityscape. I caught her gaze as soon as I stepped in and she set down her wine, stood up, and came over to give me a big, warm hug. Then she kissed me, as sensually as she'd done many times already, as if nothing was different.
"I am very glad to see you again," she said with a smile, brushing my cheek with her thumb. "What made you come back?"
"Um, I don't know," I shrugged, not knowing how I should answer. "Curiosity I guess?"
