I was getting ready to go to bed, and I knew I had a problem. Although, knowing about a problem, and caring about a problem, are two different things. I had the former. There was a problem that was brewing, but I didn’t care about it.

The penthouse only has one bed in it. Naturally, that wouldn’t normally be an issue for me. Since I’m single I normally wouldn’t have to think about it. Well, I guess I would have a lot of women that came over and slept with me, but they were my sex toys. What kind of woman would screw my brains out but then have a hard time sharing a bed with me? It just doesn’t happen that often.

The arrangement I had with Maya was a little different. I made a promise not to have sex with her. I sometimes regret making that promise, but I don’t go back on my word. That complicated things with my penthouse. I knew if that she was going to share the same bed with me, then it might be a problem.

After all, we wouldn’t have sex together. Technically speaking, we weren’t even a couple. It was all a game of pretend and play. Sharing a bed with someone that holds no relationship – let alone someone that is barely known – is not easy for a woman.

I had no idea how Maya would react. Up until now, I didn’t know exactly what kind of person Maya would be.

I quickly found out when we had our problem with the bed. She was modest and old-fashioned. She wouldn’t just jump into the sack with me because she needed a place to sleep. I guess to some extent I can understand that.

Despite all her nosiness and wandering around, she didn’t notice there was only one bed until now. Two things happened. First, I started to get undressed – because I usually either sleep in the nude, or with few clothes on. Second, she pointedly told me that I had to sleep on the couch. “Um, you need to sleep on the couch. I’m not comfortable sharing the bed with you” she said as she shielded her eyes with her pretty hand.

The absolute nerve of this bitch was incredible to me. She wanted me to sleep on the couch? Who flew her out to this paradise free of charge? Whose penthouse was it? I squinted my eyes at her because I just couldn’t believe it. I flung my clothes angrily on the plush floor and crossed my arms. “I’m not sleeping on the couch. This is my penthouse. What the hell gives you the nerve to demand that I abandon my own bed to go sleep on the couch?”

“You can either sleep on the couch, or I’ll find a hotel, because I don’t trust you” she said with a strong, and shrieking voice. She pointed her cute and nimble index finger at me while her face got a little blushed.

Actually, I think it was kind of hot that she was standing her ground and challenging me. I usually have a really big ego and I steamroll any woman that gives me a hard time. She was giving me a hard time, and had a backbone of steel.

Not only was it very attractive that she was being a bitch and standing up to me, but she was also beautiful. Her skin was soft, her nails were manicured, and she smelled nice. She had hot legs and her eyes were just amazing. To top it off, she had a really nice ass that was easily popping out, given her choice of clothes.

I decided to fight back and challenge her. After all, I wasn’t asking her to sleep with me or do anything perverted. I wanted to sleep, and I meant it. I had a long and tiring day, and didn’t want to sleep on a couch. I wanted a real bed, where I could stretch out and have comfy sheets. “Now, I told you form the very beginning that there would be no sex involved. I’m keeping my word. There is no sex here, but I never promised to sleep on a couch – all to make you more comfortable.”

She fired back with a raised voice. “Well, how was I supposed to know that we would have to share one bed? You conveniently didn’t mention that when we set our agreement to pretend to be a couple. You need to take lessons on disclosure.”

I couldn’t believe it, but I was starting to get attracted to her. Disclosure? Yeah, I wanted some disclosure. I wanted her to disclose her naked body to me. That would be a damn good disclosure. Although, I knew that would be harder than trying to nail Jello to a wall. If she wouldn’t even share the same bed with me, how could I expect her to get naked for me? “Here’s an idea. How about you – the woman who is being treated with this trip to this wonderful place – take the couch instead of me?”

We went back and forth for fifteen minutes. God, she’s a hard ass with some fight in her. Actually, I started to get a little hard downstairs, but she never said anything about it. She might have been too busy yelling at me. I really don’t know.

She wouldn’t give, and I wouldn’t give. I knew that we had to reach an agreement because I wanted to get to sleep. I started to bend just a little. Women usually can’t force me into a compromise, but this woman could. I loved it.

Compromise. Okay, I would give it a try. Honestly, it’s something I hardly ever do, so I didn’t know where or how to begin with it. I made one rule of thumb – give up very little and make it look like a big sacrifice. Then, I could bargain more if I had to. “Alright, I’ll compromise. I will wear my boxers to bed instead of being completely naked.”

I finally won because she huffed and then sat on the bed. Or, did she win? Maybe it was a draw? To be candid, I actually don’t think it was a draw. In a way, she won the fight. She won a fight with me? Wow. What a woman!

She won the fight because she stood up to me, and held her ground without surrender. She refused to sleep on the couch. She refused to sleep with a naked man. She refused to do all that, even though I paid her way to paradise. Now, that takes some guts.

Okay, so she won. That made her extra-hot, but I decided to tease her just to be an ass. So, what I did do? I walked over to my dresser, which is right near where she was seated. I pretended to look for ‘lost’ boxers that I couldn’t find.

I eventually ‘found’ them, and slid them on. I also moaned softly and wiggled myself a bit after I put them on. They fit nicely, but she didn’t need to know that. She just had to be teased and aroused. That’s all I wanted.

I did just a few more things before I actually got into the bed. I pretended that I was scratching, and itched a spot right near my abs. My abs are hard and rippled, so I knew that would attract her. I also walked closely along the edge of the bed – just so she could see my ass.

Women often have a way of communicating with their looks and eyes. Often times, they do not even say a word and we know that they are speaking. That’s what she was doing with her face. I could see it. But just because I know she is talking or thinking, doesn’t mean that I know what she is saying. In Maya’s case, it wasn’t exactly clear what she was thinking or what she wanted.

She didn’t verbalize anything, but her face was shouting something. I made sure that I had a nice look at it before I went to bed. There were a couple of things that I noticed that showed that she had a response.

First, her face got blushed. That could have meant a few different things. It might have gotten blushed because she found my naked presence to be embarrassing or hard to watch. Or, she might have blushed because she liked what she saw.

I’ve noticed with her that she doesn’t blush very often. So, I knew it couldn’t just be a coincidence. Besides, people don’t just blush at random. On past occasions, I noticed she was blushing when she was emotional about something.

That meant that she had some emotions here, but what were they? I closed my eyes and started to doze off. I want her – really bad, but I’m not going to say or hint anything unless she either tells me that she wants me, or gives very strong signals about that.