10 Will you regret living out your fetish?

I decided to have a shower, mostly because if I don't, I'm not sure I'll be able to clear my head, enough from what just happened, to function. I make the water hot and let it wash all traces of what just happened away, even though I swear my skin still smells like him.

It was for the first time I was able to live out my fetish for billionaires. But, I was not completely happy. I felt really stupid.

I stick my face under the stream and pray for it to wash away the dirty thoughts that won't stop invading. Thoughts of everything else I'd like him to do to me next. If that was only the practice run, I can't imagine what Robin has in store for later tonight… Oh wait! What am I thinking.

I was at a war with myself from inside. A part of me was feeling stupid and guilty of what just happened.

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Finally, when my skin has turned red from the heat of the water, and I smell like the hotel soap, a delicious lavender scent, I step back out of the stream and towel myself off. I already picked out a different outfit, a skirt and blouse that are a little fancier than the sundress I traveled in this morning. Besides, that's wrinkled on the floor by the window. And the panties I was wearing are soaked through, so I change those too.

I hope I've packed enough pairs of panties for the weekend, or I'm going to wind up going commando at some point. My belly tightens at the thought of that, and at the thought of what Robin would do if he found me panty-less on some outing this weekend.

I drive dangerous thoughts of his lips and fingers from my mind, and hurriedly get dressed.

Back out in our room, I catch Robin still naked, smirking as he leans against the window and watches me exit the bathroom. Unless I'm mistaken, he looks a little disappointed I'm dressed already. But, "My turn," is all he says, and he crosses into the bathroom next.

I'm still drying off on the bed when there's a knock at the door. I go to answer it and freeze at the unfamiliar face on the other side.

"Oh, uh…" It's a guy I've never met, handsome enough in his own way, though he can't hold a candle to Robin. The guy's face, on the other hand, brightens with recognition.

"You must be Mrs. Wang, right?"

My heart skips a beat at the words. Especially when he adds, "Robin's told me so much about you."

He sticks out a hand, and I stare at it for a beat, before I spot the woman beside him, also smiling.

"I'm Shan," he adds, and it all clicks now.

"Chunhua," I say. "Nice to meet you. Robin's just getting ready."

"This is my fiancée, Bingqing." Shan gestures over his shoulder, but Bingqing's already sweeping past him into the room to hug me.

"So nice to meet you! I can't believe you managed to tie down the infamous Robin Wang." Bingqing swats my arm with a playful smile. "You must be every bit as amazing as Robin claims."

I laugh, wondering for the first time exactly what Robin told his friend about me. Did he make it all up? Or did he really tell them about me and just invent the marriage part?

"I've heard great things about you both too," I say, mostly just to buy time.

To be fair, Robin did say a lot of nice things about Shan, and that anyone who caught his friend's eye for the long-term must be special. Luckily, I'm saved by the sound of the water shutting off, and moment later, Robin sticks his head out, a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Shan! I thought that was you. Give me a minute."

"Your room is amazing." Bingqing is pacing around it, wide-eyed with appreciative awe.

I'm glad. It means I'm not the only one who's not used to staying in places like this one.

"Check out the view." I demonstrate, to the sound of appreciative gasps, while behind us, Robin steps out of the bathroom, fully dressed this time in a pair of jeans and a loose button-down shirt, the top few buttons undone. Still, he manages to make me catch my breath, even dressed casually like that.

He looks like he just walked out of a catalogue and into our room. I watch with appreciation as he grabs Shan in one of those tight, back-slapping hugs guys love.