Chapter 25

Knock, knock, knock.

“Room Service,” says a man on the other side of the door.

Jane rolls over to look at the time, seven a.m.

Room Service? I didn’t order room service, she thinks to herself. She wants to roll over and pull the covers over her head.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Ms. Bryden, Mr. Halliwell has ordered you breakfast. May I come in to drop it off?”

Jane replies, “Yes, that would be fine. Thank you.”

He opens the door and walks in. He notices that Jane has things splayed all over the place. The sparkly, purple vibrator catches his eye and he half smiles.

Jane notices him catching a glimpse and she half smiles, too. In another place, or perhaps in a movie, if she wasn’t ‘good lil’ Jane Bryden,’ and if she wasn’t falling in love with Brad Halliwell, she would say something sassy like, Wanna stay a while and we can play with my toys? Then she would spread her legs wide open and stroke herself so he could see her fingers outlining her lady lips and getting all wet and juicy.

Instead, she rolls over and says, “Thank you,” ignoring that anything had happened.

When he leaves, she starts playing with herself under the sheets. She feels like she is getting horny all the time now that Brad has awoken this side of her. She sees chances for sex everywhere she goes.

She rubs her breasts with one hand while squeezing her thighs hard, and pushing two fingers from her other hand inside her muff. She is stroking harder and harder, imagining the waiter is eating her out while she lies on the bed with him kneeling on the ground. He would stick his tongue in and out of her, getting her all excited and grabbing the sheets. Then she would look down and see that it wasn’t the waiter—it was Brad who must have come in and pushed the other man aside.

Jane pushes her hand in and out faster until she squeezes herself so hard and moans herself into orgasm. Afterward, she lays on the bed and feels the sea breeze tickling her tits.

Two more orgasms left before breakfast, Jane notes to herself. Jesus, I’m going to be out of control when I see him.

Jane steps into the shower, ignoring the food the waiter brought in, and she plays with the soap and suds until she orgasms two more times, sweet, quick, and gentle ones that leave her feeling refreshed and ready to go.

She gets out of the bathroom with her hair wet, wrapped in a towel, and wearing her bathrobe. Stepping over to the tray, she opens it. There is no food, only a bright, red thong on a plate with a note.

‘Make sure you wear this thong underneath your outfit today. No one but you or I will know. Kisses, Brad.’

Heat goes through Jane’s body from the top of her head down to her toes. She’s not sure if this is a heat of passion or fear. She feels a bit concerned that things are moving really fast, and he’s seeing her as a slut. A bikini, a vibrator, five orgasms, and now a thong.

What will it be next? Should she keep indulging him like this? Maybe she’s setting herself up for trouble? All these worries go through her mind.

She knows she feels attracted to him, and yet, she’s also scared that maybe she’s judging this all wrong. She doesn’t want to disappoint him or make him feel bad, either—last night, that kiss, the beach, the sand, and the way he has treated her so far. He’s been nothing but respectful.

But his gifts are messages—clues to another side of his interests. Truth be told, she’s interested, too, but good girls like her don’t have these kinds of dirty thoughts, and she’d never want him to know she was this sassy. She has to show him that she has dignity, and she’s not some floozy he can just mess around with.

She leaves the room to go knock on his door with her towel on her head and the robe on with nothing underneath.

Knock, knock, knock.

“Brad. It’s me, Jane.”

Knock, knock, knock.

She has no idea what she’s going to say to him. She now feels nervous and wants to turn around and go back, but she can’t now. He knows it’s her.

He unlocks the door and opens it. He sees her looking like she would first thing in the morning. He loves it. No makeup, tired-looking eyes, and a grogginess that makes him want to cuddle her back to sleep. She’s so adorable.

“Oh… good morning, Jane. Would you like to come in?” he says, hoping she will, so he can unknot her bathrobe and feel her bare skin.

“No, that’s okay,” says Jane, feeling sheepish about facing him now that he is standing right in front of her. “I, umm, had to ask you something.”

“Yes, what is it?”

He reaches out his hand to comfort her. She feels the warmth of it go up her arm.

“Well, um, you see, I’m feeling a bit uncomfortable with how quickly everything is going. I mean, I was fine with last night,” she says, looking to the side and on the ground because she doesn't want him to see how much she is falling for him. “But the bikini, the vibrator, and now, well, this morning, the thong... it’s all, well, you know, making feel kinda…”

“…cheap?” Brad says, acknowledging her feelings.

“Yeah, that’s the right word. Cheap,” she affirms.

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” Brad says, pulling her a bit closer to him with the tie of her robe.

Jane looks up at him, seeking some kind of direction or answers and reassurance that he will take good care of her heart.

“Ms. Jane Bryden, I know you have so much to you that I’m yet to discover. You are a brave woman who follows her heart and has so much self-respect. I am so proud of you for standing up for yourself. It makes me admire you even more,” he says, looking deeply into her eyes.

Jane feels a shudder through her body at the intensity of his words, and his stare. She can feel his truth penetrate her, strengthening her and making her feel so loved and honored.

“You don’t have to wear the thong if you don’t want to. I just thought it would look quite appealing on you,” Brad says, expressing his true thoughts about her body. “A man can appreciate a beautiful woman, can’t he?” he adds.

Jane blushes and smiles, feeling like she just grew up by five years.

She looks at Brad and says, “Well, when you put it that way… but I can’t make any promises that I’ll be wearing it for breakfast, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says.

“See you later,” she says, turning away and feeling proud of herself. She now knows she can tell him anything.

He watches her scuffle away in her robe, envisioning that sweet, tiny thong riding up her ass.