the colleague thing

pizza lessons

I'm taking a shower, enjoying the hot water on my skin and sing to Carly Rae Jepson's "Call me maybe" when Chris knocks on the bathroom door.

"Hey! Can you shut up in there and hurry? I want to take a shower, too!", he shouts.

I roll my eyes.

"Mate, you've got like millions on the bank, and you rent a house with only one bathroom? Damn, you're really NOT providing me a luxury lifestyle, huh? Really shitty sugar daddy. Stressing me while showering." I shout back while finishing the shower.

"Oh dear god, I'll never get rid of that, do I?" He's probably questioning his life choices which brought him exactly here.

"Nope. Never. It's too fitting. Sugar daddy. Don't you like being called daddy?" I stop the water and get out of the shower to wrap myself in a towel and drying my hair with one.

"Can I come in now?", he asks.

"Answer my question first! And you better answer it right, daddy!", I laugh and clean up a bit, taking my clothes.

"No, I don't like that at all! Although... maybe... if... uh, if...", he stutters.

I open the door, looking up to meet his eyes. "Maybe if, uh, if... the great man Chris Evans stuttering. Thanks for letting me experience this, now you're definitely not a DILF."

"What's a DILF?", he asks confused.

"Well, I thought you're watching porn, mate, know what a MILF is? Like, DILF is the same only a Dad I'd like to fuck."

"You'd like to fuck me?"

I burst out laughing, pushing him gently out of my way.

"Just go take your shower, I'm going to dress myself in my room where it's super fucking cold, but my sugar daddy obviously don't care about me getting sick." 

I give him a sassy look before walking into my room, closing the door. I can hear him shift and close the bathroom door some seconds later.

I quickly put on some underwear, a comfy black bra and a real cute pink panty with a slice of pizza printed on the butt with a text: "I'm a pizza lover" and let my hair dry by air, because, well, Chris is occupying the bathroom. 

Just when I pulled my shirt over my head the doorbell rings.

What the fuck? Really? Dodger's barking downstairs.

I grab my pants to yank it on but the doorbell rings again, and again, so I decide to run down with my pants in my hand.

"Dodger! Calm down, come here!" I whistle and scratch his ears for listening and stop barking before sending him off to his bed where he snuggles into the cushion before opening the door.

A tall, brown haired man with big, blue eyes and soft looking lips is looking at me, tilting his head to the side while lowering his eyes to my naked legs and up again, amusingly smiling now.

"You must be Amara, then, I guess?", he says.

"And you must be Sebastian, then. Kinda early, not?" I step aside to let him in and close the door behind him.

"Haven't got time to put the pants on?" He turns around and when I turn to face him I can see his eyes were resting on my butt.

"Pizza lover, huh?" He smirks. "Well, I can't provide pizza but at least a Hot Dog."

I quickly put my pants on, smirking at him now. "A Hot Dog, huh?" 

I step in front of him, coming real close. "What if I'd be a vegetarian?"