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pretty hot. I just got in from running some horses. I saw the car coming up the drive and made my way back to the house. I waited for you before I went to freshen up so you wouldn’t be standing outside wondering if Quinn brought you to the right place.”
    “Hmm . . . Yeah, Quinn. Real laugh riot, that one.”
    “It’s true. He’s a pretty intense fellow, but he always gets the job done.”
    “Well, he got me here, so I’ll give him that.”
    “See? Dependable fellow. Anyway, come with me. I don’t want to be any further away from you than I have to be.”
    Randall proceeded to lead me up a grand staircase, down a hallway that had more doors than I think there are in the whole of my apartment building, and finally into what appeared to be the master bedroom.
    “Now, Ms. Lyall.” Randall took a playful tone, adding a little more south to his sexy drawl. “I don’t mean to be fresh by bringing you straight to my bedroom, but my powder room is right through that door over there. I just wouldn’t feel right having you sitting all alone a-way downstairs after having just arrived.”
    I played right along with him and brought out my inner southern belle. “Oh, a pure and pristine lady such as myself would never get the wrong idea from such a fine gentlemen.”
    We both laughed at our little detour to the southern states. “Now, if you’ll excuse me for just a few moments. I’ll go clean up and do my best to make myself worthy of the company of such a beautiful lady.”
    “Why, of course, sir,” I said, as he turned and went off into the powder room to shower. I did my best to play that one cool, but I know I blushed when he called me a beautiful lady. To be clear, I am no shrinking violet in any way, shape, or form. In fact, I had always felt great about myself. Who I am. How I look. Hearing such a compliment come from Randall made the words so real though. They had a weight and sincerity to them that made it feel like it was the very first time they had ever been uttered—and they were spoken just for me.
    About ten minutes passed by in the blink of an eye as I sat on the edge of Randall’s bed and reveled in the peaceful calm that had come over me. There was something about this place that felt very comfortable. Like I was meant to be there. As I was thinking about the multitude of reasons why I might be feeling that way, my peaceful zen state got absolutely obliterated and replaced by a lusty firestorm when Randall returned from the powder room wearing only a plush, white towel wrapped around his waist. Immediately, I could feel the warmth spread inside of me as the area between my thighs took on more wetness than the Hoover Dam. I squirmed just slightly and sat up a little straighter, jutting my bosom forward enough that it would have been impossible to not notice my hardened nipples poking at the fabric of my fitted blouse. “Sorry, don’t mind me,” he said. “I’m not used to having someone here. I forgot to bring a change of clothes into the powder room with me. Just gimme a sec to grab something and I’ll go get dressed.”
    “Wait!” What? Did I just say that out loud? Parts of me that were not my brain were obviously driving the speech bus at the moment. I really had no plan here, but I had to concede that I was in agreement with the blurt-y part of me that got Randall to stick around in that towel longer. My god, it was like looking at the embodiment of perfection.  
    “Wait? Okay. What am I waiting for?” he said. He genuinely sounded a little confused as to what I wanted him to wait for. That made two of us. This was definitely an on-the-fly decision making process.
    I thought for a second or two and figured I had already dipped my toe in the pool, I may as well jump in. “Well,” I said, “I’m not sure yet. Maybe you could come over here and we can figure it out together.”
    “Now, Connor. Don’t get the wrong idea. I didn’t come out here like this to try and surreptitiously