wrapped
her arms around her chest and frowned. “I can just wait here.”
Jonathan
stepped up to her. “No. It’s far too cold for that. Plus, the storm is only
going to get worse. Gabe didn’t tell you about the dodgy weather up here, did
he?”
“This is
normal weather for June?”
“Not normal,
but it happens once every ten years or so. You chose the perfect time to
visit.”
Sibyl didn’t
agree with him, but she didn’t want to seem rude or ungrateful either. Not when
a vacation like this would usually be out of her price range. “Where’s the
sauna?”
“I’ll show
you.”
She reached
for her bag. If she was going to sit in a hot room, at least she could use her
bathing suit.
“Don’t
bother. You can borrow a robe. We have one just for you.”
“But my
bathing suit. . . .”
“Is not
needed. You’ll have a towel.”
Sibyl’s face
felt like a sauna as she followed Jonathan through a little sitting room, with
a fire roaring in the fireplace, and into the sauna area. “Where’s Gabe?” she
asked.
“Preparing
dinner. He’ll greet you soon enough. Here.” He handed her a blood red bath robe,
as fluffy and soft as a rabbit.
“You have
red bathrobes?” she asked and took it. It smelled freshly laundered and vaguely
of lavender.
“For you,
yes. Gabe said you’d be even more beautiful in red.”
Her eyes
widened. Her boss would not say that – not about plain fat Sibyl. “You
must have me mistaken with someone else at the office. He probably said it
about Sheryl.” She was thin and tall – the kind of woman men liked.
Jonathan’s
lip quirked. “Is Sheryl here?”
“No.”
“Then he
meant you,” he said and trailed a thick finger over her cheek.
Her skin was
probably just as red as the robe.
Jonathan
slipped out of the room, and Sibyl took a deep breath. What kind of game was
that guy playing? No way Gabe said that about her ! He was probably just
trying to be nice.
The sauna
was hot, and that’s about all the good things Sibyl could say for it. Who
wanted to be drenched in sweat? But it did warm her up, although she was sure a
bowl of soup or a cup of hot cocoa could’ve done that just as well. When she
stepped out of the room with the towel wrapped around her chest, she noticed
Gabe leaning against the door frame.
His powerful
shoulders were clad in a snug T-shirt, much different from the suits he wore to
the office. “I’m glad you came,” he said and smiled. He clutched the red robe
in his strong hands.
Sibyl almost
slipped back into the sauna. “What? Oh, yeah. It was, uh, a last minute
decision. Is my room ready yet?”
Gabe shook
his head and stepped behind her, draping the robe over her shoulders. “No. You
can relax in the dining room. Dinner’s ready, and you look famished,” he
breathed in her ear as his hands dug into her fleshy shoulders.
Sibyl moved
out of his grasp like he’d bitten her. “Don’t!” she cried.
Her boss
tilted his head to the side. “Don’t what?”
Touch me
like that , she wanted to
say, but it sounded silly. It wasn’t that Sibyl minded his touch, but he’d feel
the her full flesh. It’d probably disgust him. “I need to get dressed.”
Gabe glanced
around the room. “In what?”
Then she
realized her clothes were gone. Someone must’ve taken them while she was in the
sauna. “My clothes. Where are they?”
“That
sundress and sandals really weren’t appropriate for this weather. The robe
should be warm enough, Sibyl,” he said and smiled.
She wrapped
the robe around her body and let the towel fall to the floor at her feet. The
tie was secure enough, but she wasn’t even wearing any panties now – and
the way Gabe looked at her soaked her pussy.
Damn!
What was she
supposed to do?
“Come.
Dinner awaits.”
She followed
her boss into the dining room, which was smaller than she’d imagined. There was
only one table, set with a turkey, roasted venison and several other dishes. A
bottle of red wine sat at
her arms around her chest and frowned. “I can just wait here.”
Jonathan
stepped up to her. “No. It’s far too cold for that. Plus, the storm is only
going to get worse. Gabe didn’t tell you about the dodgy weather up here, did
he?”
“This is
normal weather for June?”
“Not normal,
but it happens once every ten years or so. You chose the perfect time to
visit.”
Sibyl didn’t
agree with him, but she didn’t want to seem rude or ungrateful either. Not when
a vacation like this would usually be out of her price range. “Where’s the
sauna?”
“I’ll show
you.”
She reached
for her bag. If she was going to sit in a hot room, at least she could use her
bathing suit.
“Don’t
bother. You can borrow a robe. We have one just for you.”
“But my
bathing suit. . . .”
“Is not
needed. You’ll have a towel.”
Sibyl’s face
felt like a sauna as she followed Jonathan through a little sitting room, with
a fire roaring in the fireplace, and into the sauna area. “Where’s Gabe?” she
asked.
“Preparing
dinner. He’ll greet you soon enough. Here.” He handed her a blood red bath robe,
as fluffy and soft as a rabbit.
“You have
red bathrobes?” she asked and took it. It smelled freshly laundered and vaguely
of lavender.
“For you,
yes. Gabe said you’d be even more beautiful in red.”
Her eyes
widened. Her boss would not say that – not about plain fat Sibyl. “You
must have me mistaken with someone else at the office. He probably said it
about Sheryl.” She was thin and tall – the kind of woman men liked.
Jonathan’s
lip quirked. “Is Sheryl here?”
“No.”
“Then he
meant you,” he said and trailed a thick finger over her cheek.
Her skin was
probably just as red as the robe.
Jonathan
slipped out of the room, and Sibyl took a deep breath. What kind of game was
that guy playing? No way Gabe said that about her ! He was probably just
trying to be nice.
The sauna
was hot, and that’s about all the good things Sibyl could say for it. Who
wanted to be drenched in sweat? But it did warm her up, although she was sure a
bowl of soup or a cup of hot cocoa could’ve done that just as well. When she
stepped out of the room with the towel wrapped around her chest, she noticed
Gabe leaning against the door frame.
His powerful
shoulders were clad in a snug T-shirt, much different from the suits he wore to
the office. “I’m glad you came,” he said and smiled. He clutched the red robe
in his strong hands.
Sibyl almost
slipped back into the sauna. “What? Oh, yeah. It was, uh, a last minute
decision. Is my room ready yet?”
Gabe shook
his head and stepped behind her, draping the robe over her shoulders. “No. You
can relax in the dining room. Dinner’s ready, and you look famished,” he
breathed in her ear as his hands dug into her fleshy shoulders.
Sibyl moved
out of his grasp like he’d bitten her. “Don’t!” she cried.
Her boss
tilted his head to the side. “Don’t what?”
Touch me
like that , she wanted to
say, but it sounded silly. It wasn’t that Sibyl minded his touch, but he’d feel
the her full flesh. It’d probably disgust him. “I need to get dressed.”
Gabe glanced
around the room. “In what?”
Then she
realized her clothes were gone. Someone must’ve taken them while she was in the
sauna. “My clothes. Where are they?”
“That
sundress and sandals really weren’t appropriate for this weather. The robe
should be warm enough, Sibyl,” he said and smiled.
She wrapped
the robe around her body and let the towel fall to the floor at her feet. The
tie was secure enough, but she wasn’t even wearing any panties now – and
the way Gabe looked at her soaked her pussy.
Damn!
What was she
supposed to do?
“Come.
Dinner awaits.”
She followed
her boss into the dining room, which was smaller than she’d imagined. There was
only one table, set with a turkey, roasted venison and several other dishes. A
bottle of red wine sat at
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