Fresh clothing has been delivered to the room. After we get cleaned up, we dress in fluffy white bathrobes and are treated to a room service dinner. The plates are loaded with steak, flatbread, and green beans. Riley stares at the meal with wide eyes. She doesn’t seem to know what to do with it. “Just eat it,” I say with a smile. “I’ve never even seen a meal like this,” she says. “I’ve lived my whole life on synthetics, but this is all real.” “I had some when I was with them before. It’s a little hard to get used to, but we had real food all the time when I was younger.” Riley takes a few bites and washes it all down with a large glass of water. “My jaw is going to get tired.” “I’ve got better ways to do that.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “And we’re alone here—no one watching.” I remember how she was the first time we were truly alone, and the thought makes my dick throb. It feels like I haven’t been alone with her in forever though it has only been a few hours.
