I pull the stopper on the tub before I crawl out and wrap a robe around me. Chase’s home is breathtaking. His bathroom reminds me of a fancy hotel suite, and I can’t imagine him in this place all alone. It’s a lot for a single man, but I guess he must come from money. I don’t think a professor could afford this even with his doctorate. Especially at his age.
Running my hand along the cool stone on the double sinks, I think about how this bathroom is made for a couple. It’s wrong for me to be in it, because I’m guessing this is a home he’s making for his future wife. Not that it matters, I suppose. Most men with this lifestyle have no plans of ever being faithful, so what would it matter to them if other women used the space before? I honestly don’t think men connect things that way.
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