She nods. Wouldn’t be an issue, if you had been a proper gentleman and given it to me…”
As she is looking out the window, he sees straight down her shirt and at her breasts barely contained within her bra. “In the mean time, we can start with that massage you owe me.”
“Yeah, we’ll see.” Scott replies with confidence. She is a bit hesitant, but also a bit intrigued by what she thinks he is referring to. The waiter leaves the room. He gets to her bra strap and has to move below it to continue. He starts massaging at the base of her neck again, leaning a bit further forward as he starts working his way down her back. I suppose we should call it a day and hit the hay.”
“Yeah,” Candace says, breaking out of the moment. They can also be reached from the yellow button on the phone in your room. Give every guy in the area a heart attack?!”
“Yeah, whatever Dad.” she says splashing him back.
