27. Twenty-Seven

Val

I open my eyes and blink sleepily as I notice the soft sunlight as it filters into the room.

I keep yawning, and I still feel sleepy because I didn’t get much sleep last night. Chase was a wild man, an insatiable lover.

I go to move, and my muscles twinge, muscles that I haven’t used before. But then, I’ve never been taken so thoroughly and in so many ways. I shiver as I remember how demanding Chase was.

I turn and look at the still-slumbering man in bed behind me. We’re both lying naked on the bed. I look around for the covers and finally find them on the floor, with our clothes and most of the pillows.

As my eyes dart around the room, I blush to the roots of my hair as I notice the chair askew and the table a few feet to the side of where it used to be.

Chase meant what he said, and I have the sore muscles to prove it. Will I even be able to walk?

As I turn to slide out of bed, I look around for something to wear. I spot my dress on the floor between the door and the chair.

I make my way to the bathroom first, and when I come back out, Chase is still sound asleep.

I pick up my dress and look around for my lingerie. I find my thong hanging on a knob by the table. When did he take off my bra? I look around the table, but I don’t see it. Oh, well, we’ll find it before we leave.

Next, I go over to the bed and bend down to pick up the covers. When I bend over, I groan softly as my tight muscles protest. I take a breath and then bend over again slowly this time, and pick up the sheets and the pillows and place them on the edge of the mattress.

Next, I look for Chase’s clothes. They are as scattered around the room as mine were. I find his pants near the table, then his shirt next to the bed. I see his tux in a heap near the door. I look again for his bowtie and then remember when he had it last. I look at the headboard and see it still tied around one of the posts. I blush at the memories from last night. I untie the material and place it with the rest of his clothes.

Now that the room looks less like a brothel, I decide I might need to use the tub to soak out some of my soreness.

I glance again at Chase, but he’s still out for the count. I wonder if he’ll be sore, then I decide he probably won’t be. But it would serve him right if he is.

I go into the large bathroom and see a jacuzzi tub on the opposite side of the shower.

I shut the bathroom door, turn on the faucet, and start to fill the tub. I look over near the sink and see some bath beads. I love this hotel!

I grab two of the bath beads and throw them in—instant bubbles. I test the water and then step into the tub. I continue to let the water pour in. I sink down and let the hot water soak away any lingering soreness. I already feel my tight muscles start to relax.

I finally turn off the faucet when the water is almost at the rim. I lean my head back against the little pillow provided by the hotel and close my eyes.

I’m awakened by the feel of a hand gently cupping my cheek. I blink open my eyes. Chase is looking down at me. I’m suddenly aware that I’m still sitting in the huge tub in now tepid water.

“You fell asleep.”

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“I think we were both worn out after last night.”

I smile up at him. “Yes, I needed to soak my tight muscles.”

“I’m a little sore, too, but it was worth it. Are you feeling okay now?”

I gingerly move my legs. “I think so.”

“Let me get you a towel.”

I open the drain and then stand up. My muscles are surprisingly looser. Then Chase is there holding a big white fluffy towel. He wraps it around me, and I feel his lips on my shoulder.

“Good morning, Wife.”

“Good morning.”

After I’m done drying off, Chase comes back in with a thick white robe.

“Compliments of the hotel.”

“I love this place.”

“How about I take a hot shower while you order room service?”

“Do you want anything in particular?” I ask.

“Nah, you know what I like.”

As I walk into the small kitchenette, I see packets of coffee and a coffee pot.

“Love, love, love this hotel.”

I start a pot of coffee and then find a menu on the coffee table. I look it over and call in an order for room service.

I hear the shower still running, so I go over and straighten the bed. Not completely, but just enough to not be quite so obvious that we had a two-person orgy in the room.

It sounds like the coffee is done. So, I find two regular cups and fill them up with coffee. I turn to set them on the table and then put them back down on the counter.

I go over to the table, tug it back into place, and slide the two chairs over as well.

I suddenly frown at the table and go to the sink. I then turn and scrub the table clean, and then I dry it off.

Only then do I place our filled cups back on the table.

I hear the shower turn off as I sit down and take a sip of the hot coffee. It tastes good and I gratefully take another sip, hoping it will help wake me up.

Chase steps out of the bathroom in his hotel robe; his hair is still damp. He comes over to the table and cocks an eyebrow at me.

“I scrubbed the table before I sat down,” I say sheepishly.

“It looks like you straightened up the room, even made the bed.”

“I didn’t want anyone to wonder what we were doing in here last night.”

“We left a party and checked in for one night with no luggage. I think they already know what we were doing in here all night.”

“Still, we don’t have to advertise it. Let them wonder.”

He just laughs at me, sits down at the table, and takes a huge gulp of coffee.

“I think I’ll need a few more cups or maybe a gallon? Damn, I feel sluggish.”

“Well, you were quite... um... athletic last night.”

“Athletic, huh?”

I start to giggle, and then we hear a knock at the door.

“Room service.”

Chase goes to the door and opens it. He motions for the guy to bring in the food, then Chase looks around for his pants and goes over and gets his wallet to tip the server.

“Thanks.”

The server, a man who looks to be in his forties, takes the money, looks up, and then gets a big smile on his face.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“What was he so happy about?” I ask Chase.

“I only had a twenty.”

“You tipped him twenty dollars?”

“That’s all I had.”

“No wonder he was smiling like that.”

“Uh, Val, is that your hot pink bra hanging from the ceiling fan?”

We look up, and there is my bra dangling from the overhead ceiling fan where Chase must have thrown it when he took it off me.

I look over at Chase, and then we both look back up at my bra before he bursts into laughter at the look on my face. Soon, I join in and laugh with him.