"No," Asher said. "She'll leave. Go check on her at noon and tell her I told her she needs to leave."
"Right. She needs to leave or what?" Jeremy asked.
Asher blinked. Or what? "Don't mention that part. There won't be any reason to. She'll leave. I'm sure of it."
Jeremy laughed. "Alright. You're the boss."
Asher furrowed his brow, frowning. There was something more to this, and Jeremy must know about it, but for the life of him Asher couldn't figure it out.
...
I wandered through the guest house. It was bigger than I thought. The main living area I'd spent the night in was most of the first floor, then the kitchenette area added in, too. On the second floor, as I'd suspected, were two bedrooms. They looked tidy and unused and completely perfect, like they belonged in a fancy hotel instead of a home. Closets in each room with empty hangers and a small safe tucked into the back corner. Nothing in either safe, and in each room both of them were wide open, but it added to the perfection of the place. Nice rooms, but completely inhospitable in my opinion. I could sleep in one for a night, but not for a lifetime.
A little clutter was nice. Not too much, but enough. Maybe a shirt draped across the back of a chair, or a couple of tissues tossed into a bedside waste basket. A partially used candle on the bedside table, or a picture on the wall slightly tilted. Not enough for anyone to really notice, but something that, over time, the person living there would realize.
And you never changed those things, because it became a part of the house. I didn't know about Asher's upbringing, but that's how mine was. Quiet and quaint, and while I lived in a city for most of my life, it still felt like I was isolated from the rest of the world sometimes.
For good measure, I mussed up the bed. I pulled back a corner of the sheets and tousled them so that the bed didn't looked perfect anymore. Mostly perfect, but not quite. I opened the unopened box of tissues on the bedside table and tossed one into the wastebasket. Then I washed my hands in the bathroom connected to the master bedroom and left soap residue on the back of the sink.
And... the shower? Hm.
I needed to take one, because. Besides the fact that I showered every day, I especially needed one soon. After my intimate moment with Asher last night, I hadn't had a chance to clean off, and I knew I must not be at my freshest. Jeremy hadn't said anything, but I had the feeling Jeremy wasn't the type of person to notice, or complain, about that kind of thing in the first place.
I turned on the shower and slipped out of my clothes, scandalously deciding to leave the door to the bathroom open. If Asher showed up, could he resist the temptations of my slippery, seductive body? Covered in soap and suds and bubbles, clean and perfect and...?
Perhaps I was dreaming, but I enjoyed my dreams. I checked the water temperature with my toes before stepping into the overlarge tub. Jacuzzi-style, with a shower head up above and glass doors that closed around it to keep the steam inside. On a whim, I stoppered the tub and let it fill with water from the shower.
Small vials of soap rested on a shelf built into the tiled wall. While the tub filled with water, I browsed through my options. Regular shampoos, conditioners, body wash, and... yes! Bubbles and scented salts. I tossed the entirety of both into the rising water(not that this was a lot, seeing as they were more like sample size bottles, but still). Immediately the scent of fresh lavender rose up, and then the bubbles trickled forth with the turmoil of the shower water. I moved the showerhead so it sprayed towards my feet, then sat in the bubbling water.
It felt so nice. I had a bathtub at my apartment, but it was nothing like this. Utilitarian at best, and put in just so the landlord could say it had a bathtub, mainly. If I stood in it, the water barely came to the bottom of my knees, and only then if I let the tub overflow. In Asher's bathtub, when it was full, I could sink completely beneath the water if I wanted. The water lifted up, rising higher, covering my legs, then my raised knees, creeping up my stomach towards my br**sts, and higher still until only my head remained above water. When this happened, I drifted towards the shower knobs and twisted them, stopping the water. I suppose I could have used the conventional faucet to till the tub, but I liked showers since they spread the bubbles more.
I lounged in the water, satisfied. The bubbles and salts made my skin feel silky and soft and wonderfully clean, despite the fact I hadn't done anything other than sit in the water-filled tub. I lay back, stretched out, and kicked my feet onto the sides of the bathtub, content.
Inadvertently, my toes must have pressed some button, and suddenly the jacuzzi jets in the tub switched on. Jet bubbles sprayed every this way and that. I sputtered, caught off guard, attacked by streams of bubbles. Confused and disoriented, I sunk beneath the water for a second, dousing my head and coming up half-blind with water in my eyes.
Trying to regain my balance, I lifted myself up so that I knelt in the tub instead of leaning back. I wiped my eyes with my hand, but it didn't help as much as I would have liked seeing as my arm was drenched, too. The jets became an afterthought, water bubbling briskly around me. Or, they were an afterthought until I scooched forward to open the glass shower doors and grab a towel from the towel rack.
The jets assailed my body, hitting my arms and legs and sides. None of those bothered or interested me. One particular jet, at the angle I sat, sprayed directly against my crotch, though. I gasped as it struck me. Sliding forward, shocked at the extreme sensation of it teasing against my bare, intimate area, another jacuzzi jet shot a stream of water against one of my br**sts. My nipple vibrated, immediately hardening, and I let out a slight moan.
My God! Asher's bathtub was seducing me. Maybe, not quite, and I laughed at the thought, but it kind of was in a way? I wondered what it would be like hav**g s*x in a hot tub. Nice and warm, floating in the water. Slow, gentle, with the magnificent smell of scented soaps and salts all around me. Up and down, my shoulders and arms slipping out of the warmth of the water to the cooler air above, then back in again. Slippery beyond belief, and so simple and easy. I pictured Asher holding me by the hips, guiding me towards his hard cock, pulling me onto him with urgent need.
On my knees, I crawled backwards towards the first offending jet. It tickled and teased at my slit. The bubbles glided over me, into me, towards my cl*t and leaving a tempting trail up my stomach. I don't quite know why, but I decided it was a good idea to get myself off in the bathtub. Because, why not?
The pressure from the water caressed against my body, gentle and fresh, yet rough and demanding all at once. Like a massage easing away the kinks in my body, the jacuzzi jets worked in the same way. Except right now I had some other kinks in me that I needed taking care of, and the water knew just how to do it. With my arms, I braced myself against the side of the tub and arched my back. I imagined Asher behind me, taking me hard, firm, telling me to hold still.
"Jessika," he'd said last night while he made love to me, "Stay still. Don't move. I'm trying to take your picture. I need you to keep your pose."
It hardly mattered that he'd discarded the camera long before in favor of holding my h*ps instead. It didn't matter that he couldn't see the rest of my body with his chest pressed against me and his eyes looking into mine, half-lidded and glazed over in pleasure. It didn't matter now that he wasn't even home and I was doing this in his bathroom, alone. I tried my best not to move, to keep my pose as best I could so Asher could take my picture.
My back arched further, my br**sts half in the water. The thrashing water matched my mood and tossed against me, making my br**sts dance and sway. The jet of water behind me continually crashed between my legs, exciting me beyond belief. Asher, behind me, like a force of nature, wild and ravenous, a controlled, focused hurricane ravaging my body.
I held my pose for as long as I could until my thoughts abandoned me, my cli**x overtook me, and I slipped into the water, pleasure wreaking havoc on my body. I fell under, completely covered, the jets spraying me without a care. Once my shoulder touched the bottom of the tub, my spasming body feeling so delightful and nice, the jets suddenly turned off. On a timer, no doubt, but their timing was impeccable.
I lay in the water, curling my legs towards my body, letting myself float slowly up to the surface. At the top, I reluctantly lifted myself out of the water and gasped for air. I felt a little silly for having to remind myself to breathe, but no one was around to see it so what did it matter?
Once I felt like I was able to stand, my legs wobbling, I unstoppered the tub. Getting to my feet, listening to the rush of water draining from the bath, I twisted the knobs to turn the shower back on. I showered for real this time, ignoring the pleasant feel of the water beading across my bare body. Asher's guest house shampoo and conditioner weren't my preferred brands, but they would have to do. Washing my hair and body, I finished what I started and cleaned myself off.
Done, wrapping my body in a pure white towel from the towel rack, I stepped out of the tub and looked back. Not quite perfect, but I thought I'd managed to properly defile the bathtub enough to make it seem cozy and warm. Once I finished drying myself off, I tossed the towel in a heap next to the bathtub.
Should I dress, or wear the bathrobe hanging on a hook on the back of the door? The bathrobe tempted me, but I chose my clothes instead.
...
Asher wanted to call Jeremy again. He had a meeting in less than two minutes, and an important one at that, but he needed to know. Was Jessika gone? Why had she refused to leave in the first place?
He wasn't anything to her, and he knew this. She didn't like him in any particular way. At least not him as a person. She couldn't. Right? Like most people, she probably only wanted to be near him for his money. They barely knew each other. And, even if she did like him for some other reason, it hardly mattered. He needed to accept that and she needed to, also.
They were both adults, and...
"Mr. Landseer?" a man called to him from the meeting room door. "Everyone is in attendance, sir. Whenever you're ready."
"Yes," Asher said, frowning. "Yes, of course."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, it's nothing."
...
"So you messed up the bed?" Jeremy asked, fidgeting with the upturned corner of the sheets. "And you tossed a tissue in the trash?"
"I left some soap on the back of the sink and I used the shower, too. I left a towel on the floor," I added.
"That's not quite what I expected."
"You didn't tell me what to do, you just told me not to leave, and..."
"Whoa, whoa. Hold on a minute. I didn't tell you not to leave. Let's get that out there right now. I didn't tell you anything." Jeremy held up his hands to halt me, like some police officer standing guard at a crosswalk.
"Right. Fine. You didn't tell me to do anything, and so I just did whatever I thought of. Also, this place isn't very comfortable. It's too clean."
"No one comes here, that's why. Do you think Asher has guests all the time? He's not extravagant like those parodies of rich people you see in reality shows. He has a dinner party maybe once a year, and it's more of a classy, sophisticated affair. None of that takes place here, mind you. He comes here on his own sometimes, but..."