"I need you to take your clothes off." He said those exact words, calm and serious, as if it were no big deal. Catherine felt her face flush, a mixture of nervousness and excitement she didn't quite understand. She left her position and turned to him:
- What? - She said, as if she was distracted.
- If you're comfortable with it, of course. - He said. - Otherwise, you don't have to.
- No, I… It's okay. - Said Cathy, not sure if she was okay. - Do you have a robe?
Andrew pointed the way to the guest bathroom for Catherine and told her she could get any robe off the shelf. The bathroom was huge, truly worthy of a billionaire heir, with a square ceiling shower and a huge marble tub overlooking the city. Cathy couldn't help but remember her vivid erotic dream of Andrew a few nights ago, all
