Hiring John

A Raucous Romantic Comedy, Ep. 4

Chapter 4

This Is Not My Room, and Bottomless Breakfast Meetings

Brit woke to a sliver of sunshine peeking through the curtains and pounding on her eyes. She squinched them shut and hugged the pillow tighter. It was a lovely, warm pillow. The pillow snored. Her eyes popped open! Brit looked at her hand. It was resting comfortably on a very muscular, tanned chest with a light sprinkling of chest hair. She lifted it off, one finger at a time. With excruciating care, she backed up and away, looking down the length of a very naked man. She sat up. He was gorgeous from head to toe. Her movement hadn’t seemed to disturb him, and he slept on. She glanced at his face. It was very handsome. His dark eyelashes rested on his cheeks. He had lovely cheekbones, a strong jaw with just a hint of stubble, and full lips. She let her gaze travel down his body appreciating how fit he was, and then her eyes came to rest on his cock. It was flaccid at the moment, but even so, was impressive as it lay across his left thigh.

Ding dong! she thought. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one of these!