Only seven, plenty of time to get ready for breakfast. Memories of last night came to mind. I still felt the pressure of Bill's kiss. At least he hadn't made any more advances to me in the lounge, not to mention he was the perfect gentleman when he saw me to the door. I slid out of bed, stretched and smiled. For some reason I looked forward to seeing him this morning. As long as he kept his distance, I could handle it. Besides, I did enjoy his company. I switched on the shower and waited for the water to heat up, then stepped inside the stall and lathered my hair. Dinner ought to prove interesting. How I was going to ward off Bill's affection was another problem. I liked his touch. In fact I wanted more. Lots more. I rinsed my hair and lathered my body. Thoughts of Bill's touch invaded my mind. I swore I could almost feel him standing behind me, washing my back. His hands sliding around the front to caress my breasts. I closed my eyes and imagined leaning back against his hard body. The phone rang, interrupting my thoughts.
