Instead, Gustavo stepped from the tub, and Alfie stood.
“My,” Miss Rose fanned herself with her delicate hand, “he’s a big one.”
“Sit yerself back down, gringo.” There was no eye contact. Gustavo didn’t even turn around. Rose’s eyes, on the other hand, though they never met Alfie’s, they sure looked everywhere else.
“I’ll bring a fresh bucket to heat things up again,” she said.
Alfie sat. He watched and tried to hear as Rose and Gustavo conspired some more then moved to a desk on one side of the compact room. Many rooms necessary just by nature of the property’s purpose, they had to be small, which meant even as he tried to be secretive, Gustavo was never too far out of reach if Alfie wanted to touch russet skin on a wet thigh, hip, the small of Gustavo’s back, or his ass.
Boy, did he
