Chapter 3
Working in a bathhouse is like working in an ice cream shop. Every flavor you can imagine is right there waiting for you to taste.
That's what was interesting about the week that followed my encounter with Morris. It was Pride month, so there were plenty of activities in town and plenty of flavors of ice cream passing through the bathhouse doors. But despite all the sexy prospects, I couldn't take my mind off my Mormon delivery guy. He was the only flavor I wanted to taste.
Eight days had passed since I'd seen him. We only had one order that week, so I was excited to receive a notification when the package was out for delivery.
At five minutes until noon, I heard his truck pulling into the lot. When he strode through the double doors, his eyes met mine, and he smiled.
"How are ya, hotshot?" I asked.
"Whew." He let out a sigh of relief. "Really glad to see you."
"Missed me, huh?"
"Like crazy."
I was feeling that strange tingle in my stomach that you get when you're really into someone. I tried to stay cool and casual on the outside. "So, how's your vow of chastity going?"
"Terrible." He set the package on the counter. "Can we go somewhere and talk?"
I pressed the button on the intercom. "Troy, can I take my lunch break?"
"Is it busy up there?"
"Pretty steady. I think we have a dozen or so guys inside and they've been coming in every fifteen minutes or so."
"Then can you take your break later?"
"But I'm reeeally hungry."
Troy laughed. "Let me guess. The delivery guy is there?"
"Ya got me."
"Alright, I'm on my way up there."
My boss and I had a good working relationship. I rarely asked for favors, so when I did need something, he usually went along with it.
I stood from my chair, grabbed my keys, and nodded my head toward the door. "Come on back. We'll get a room."
Morris walked through the entryway into the main area and met me as I stepped out from the counter area. Without thinking, I kissed him. He pulled away.
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.
The light caught his eyes and highlighted the golden details in his irises. "No. You just surprised me." He leaned forward and returned the kiss. His lips were warm and smooth.
We walked together toward the private rooms. This time, we had an audience in the lounge area, and Morris's beefy stature attracted plenty of attention. Guys were practically drooling over him. One even yelled some mouthy remark about wanting to accept his package.
Jealousy flared up in my chest like fire. I wasn't typically the type to want to lay claim on a guy, but my feelings for him were different.
Morris looked over at me nervously, as if he wasn't used to being hit on. Maybe he didn't realize how sexy he was. But how could he not? He was a catch and his homegrown boyishness only made him hotter.
"Just ignore them," I whispered. "Remember, you're my sub. You belong to me." I squeezed his cock, pleased to find that it was still encased in its cage.
We got to a room and I opened it with the master key. I invited Morris in ahead of me, closed the door and locked it behind us. He took his place on the edge of the bed. I sat next to him. Our knees pressed together.
"So, things aren't working out?" I asked.