Cake Love: All Things Payne(14)

If I die and go to heaven and have to use its bathroom, it wouldn't come close to the beauty that lay before me. The shower has eight heads. Eight! And I can walk straight into it, no door, no curtain; it's just part of the room. Everything is gray tile and dark brown wood with bright white porcelain sinks.

"I think I just had an orgasm in my pants."

Winston, without a misstep, hands me my fluffy white, soft as a baby's ass towel and says, "Very good Miss. Will that be all?"

I nod, knowing I will be incapable of forming words for a while. He leaves, closing the door behind him. That's when I take off my clothes faster than I ever have before. I only wish I owned tear away clothing like porn stars for this exact moment.

Walking over to the shower I notice the flooring is heated. Nice! Pressing a few buttons I figure out quickly how to get all the shower heads running to the perfect temperature. I step in with my arms raised in a V, and I have the Hallelujah chorus playing in my head.

After a few minutes of conducting an imaginary orchestra and then segue into an air guitar solo I decide to actually clean myself. Picking up a pink sponge (I'm thinking Henrik likes pink) I pour on the floral smelling body wash and get to work. Oh I make sure I use long, slow strokes. Don't want to leave this shower to soon. Need to get nice and pruney.

After finishing up my face and hair I reluctantly turn off the shower. There are streams coming from my eyes, but it's isn't shower water. Staring in the mirror I frown.

"I want to live here, forever."

Heart pipes up, "Morgana you can! Just propose to Henrik. He is the man of your dreams..."

My Brain breaks into the conversation, "Morgana, don't listen to her. Marrying a man solely for the purpose of living in his apartment is a bad idea. While I think it a wise investment to consider a marriage proposal from him, if one should arise in the future, based on his income, there should be more to base your decision on. Like is he loving, caring, would he make a good father, or does he have a violent side, verbally abusive..."

"Oh my God you both shut up! Henrik and I aren't getting married!"

I'm startled by a knock at the bathroom door.

"Yes?"

"Morgana, are you alright? I thought I heard someone talking in there," Henrik's voice comes from behind the door.

"Yeah, just talking to myself." Good one Morgana. Like it's the most normal thing TO TALK TO YOURSELF!

He's laughing again. Great he thinks I'm an idiot. Which isn't too far off point given my track record with him.

"Okay, well your new jeans are here. I also have lunch in the dining room if you’re hungry. I'll leave you to your self-conversation."

I bend over the counter to rest my elbows on it and flop my head in my hands. This man turns me into a bumbling idiot. Brain can you help me out a little today, I really need it.

"I'll try Morgana, but you don't always listen to what I have to say. If I tell you something you have to promise you will do it, okay?"

I nod and stand with determination. Pounding my fist on the counter and whisper yell, "I am Morgana the woman with a shapely hip and a shapely tit, but try and repress me and I will throw a fit!"

After my rousing rhyme I find a hair dryer in the cabinet beneath the sink and dry my hair. Finally when I am done I grab my clothes and boots off the floor and walk out into the cool bedroom. Throwing everything on the floor I pick up a white box with a blue ribbon wrapped around it on the bed. As I open it and push the blue tissue paper out of the way I see lace. Pink lace. Reaching in I grab it and pull out a very delicate bra and panty set.

The man likes pink. My excitement from the lacy garments has me doing a jig while twirling the panties in the air. After a few moments and some bumbling attempts I get on the underwear and bra. I notice a full length mirror on the door to the hallway and go to inspect myself.

Wow, I look good. Sexy. Deciding this moment shouldn't be wasted I pretend I'm Beyonce in any of her videos and ungulate into the mirror. A little twerking here and some hip rattling there, with some chest thrust thrown in for good measure. Someone needs to be filming this because talent should never be wasted.

I am humping the floor when I hear a soft knock and the door open. Looking up I see Henrik staring down at me with his eyes narrowed and his mouth curled in a smirk.

"Have you decided to attack floors now?"

In the few months I have known Henrik I have had multiple face plants that involve chairs. One he was sitting in at the time. He accused me of attacking chairs; I told him they attack me. We agreed to disagree.

I hop up and grab the large white garment bag on the bed to cover myself.

"A lady never reveals her secrets. Now if you don't mind I am not fully dressed."

He doesn't leave. In fact he walks inside and closes the door behind him.





Chapter 6

Morgana's Problem: Henrik Payne

Henrik's eyes are dark and he's changed his clothes from gray slacks to form fitting dark jeans and a dark blue sweater. In a word he looks fan-f*cking-tastic.

I am hugging the bag tightly to my body as he steps in front of me. Praying he can't tell that my nipples have turned into spikes and the new panties are sodden.

"Okay Morgana, you wanted me to help you out and now is the time for help. You need to tell him to go away so you can get dressed. He is your boss."