Hideout (gxg agegap)

5

Ashley's PoV

"I'm embarrassed", the strawberry-blonde said as she entered my room, without knocking, through the door I had left open.

I turned to face her with furrowed brows.

"Why?", I asked, placing the towels I had busied myself with on the counter to give her my full attention.

"Yesterday I was a little... needy. And I took it too far. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have been so demanding of intimacy and I especially shouldn't have been talking about any fantasies. That's just embarrassing", she explained placing her bag on the chair she usually used.

"It's really not that bad", I said, smiling a little at her flustered state, "Everyone has fantasies."

"But people usually don't talk about them", she said, pursing her lips.

"Talking about them made it more intense, didn't it?", I asked, busying my hands with the towels once more, folding them neatly in order to place them in the destined cupboard.

After a short moment of silence she whispered "It did."

"See. Knowing your fantasies helps me determine how I should act around you. It's basically a script I can work off of. So whenever you've got something, just tell me", I said, glancing at her with a slight smile.

She nodded her head slowly.

"Are you here for a massage?", I asked, taking in her appearance.

She wore another dark suit and a simple white blouse underneath, very business-like. Her hair was held up by a decorative needle in a messy bun and her eyes were emphasized with different hues of eyeshadow. She looked good.

"No, I was just on my way to a work related dinner. I wanted to stop by and apologize. I couldn't get yesterday out of my head", she admitted, fumbling with her hands as her gaze dropped to the floor.

I placed the last towel on the stack and turned fully towards her, leaning on the counter behind me.

"I hope you enjoy your dinner", I said, trying to hide my disappointment in her soon departure.

"Me too", she said, not moving quite yet.

We looked at each other for a moment before a knock on the open door startled both of us.

"I still need your signature on the birthday card for Margret...", Mel had walked in without waiting for a response, looked up and "oh, hello Miss Miller" grinned at the woman that seemed reluctant to leave.

"Hello, Melanie", she said, her whole demeanor suddenly changing. She stood taller, her chin was held a little higher and her eyes weren't filled with uncertainty anymore. She was pretending.

"Have you thought about my offer?", Mel asked, smirking slightly.

"What offer?", I interluded with furrowed brows.

"I offered to give her what you obviously lack", Mel said, smirking at me.

"Oh, fuck off", I said, shaking my head in amusement. "You've never touched a woman, Mel. Let alone tasted one. You wouldn't even know what to do if I instructed you."

"Oh I'm a fast learner!", Mel exclaimed, wiggling her eyebrows at the strawberry-blonde woman.

"I'm good, thank you", Miss Miller said.

"Oh, did she perform?", Mel asked glancing at me in surprise.

"I always perform. It's probably just different than you'd expect", I said, trying to hold back the grin that tugged on the corners of my lips.