Guarded

Event: You trail off as you step through the door and come face to face with You in a tight purple bikini.

  Event: You swallow roughly as you follow how the elastic clings to her breasts down to the exposed planes of her stomach and thighs.

  You [HAPPY]: Ash, perfect timing. A little help? The back got all messed up when I was putting it on.

  Event: She spins around, giving you a full view of her pert ass, barely concealed by her bottoms.

  Ash [SURPRISED]: (This woman is trying to kill me…)

  Event: Forcing your gaze back up, you find the band of You’s swimsuit top twisted.

  Ash [HAPPY]: You really did a number on this, Starlet.

CHOICE 1: I should untwist it.

CHOICE 2: I should take it off.

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 2:

    Ash: I think we need to start over from the beginning.

    Event: You hook your fingers beneath the fabric and pull it up and over her head, the lithe lines of her back stretching out before you.

    Event: Pulling the top around to untwist it, you struggle to keep your eyes on it when You’s naked torso is only inches away.

    Ash: There we go.

    Event: As you slide the top back over her head and down her body, your fingers brush against the sides of her breasts, and a shiver runs through her.

    You [HAPPY]: Thanks.

THE PATHS RECONVERGE HERE:

  Ash: It’s a little late for a swim, don’t you think?

  You: I thought a soak in my hot tub would help me relax, but…

  You [SAD]: The more I think about it, the more I worry that someone might be watching. I’m not sure I can go up there by myself.

  Event: Your hand still lingers, feeling the softness of her skin, even as she turns around to face you.

  You: I know you have work to do, Ash, but… do you think you could stick around?

  Event: The professional boundaries you’ve upheld clash with the longing in her voice.

  Ash: Looking after you is part of my job.

  Ash: (And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to see more of her in that swimsuit.)

  You [HAPPY]: You mean you’ll stay?

PAID CHOICE: Soak in the hot tub with You!

FREE CHOICE: Get to work.

IF YOU CHOSE PAID CHOICE:

  Ash: Yes. I’ll stay.

  Ash: Let me do a quick check of the roof and then you can come out.

  You [HAPPY]: Yes, {sir}.

  Event: The words make you ache as you can’t help but imagine You on her knees, but you keep heading for the door.

  Event: You step onto the rooftop, your gaze sweeping across the area to check for any threats.

  Ash: All clear.

  Event: You steps out and submerges herself under the warm water, her silhouette becoming even more alluring as the steam envelops her.

  Event: She tilts her head back, baring the enticing line of her throat and letting out a heavenly sigh. Then she looks to you.

  You [HAPPY]: Come on in, Ash. Join me.

  Event: She bats her eyelashes, her eyes sparkling with invitation and a hint of mischief.

  Ash: I… didn’t bring a swimsuit.

  You [HAPPY]: So? You have underwear on, don’t you?

  Event: Her words hang in the air, the heat and hunger in her gaze drawing you in.

  Ash: I guess I could join you.

  Ash: (She’s just looking for comfort. Safety. It’s harmless, right?)

IF ASH IS FEMALE

    Event: You reach for the strap of your dress to pull it over your shoulder, feeling You’s eyes scour you. She bites her lip as she watches.

IF ASH IS MALE

    Event: You reach for the hem of your jacket to shrug it off, feeling the way You’s eyes scour you. She bites her lip as she watches.

THE PATHS FOR GENDER BRANCHING RECONVERGE HERE:

CHOICE 1: I should make her wait.

CHOICE 2: I should waste no time.

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 1:

    Event: You turn your back on You, casting a coy glance over your shoulder as you begin to undress.

    You: No need to be shy. I’m gonna see it all in a moment anyway.

    Ash: Maybe I’m trying for a big reveal.

    Event: The humor in You’s voice almost hides her eager curiosity, but not quite.

      You [HAPPY]: Oh, I have a feeling you won’t disappoint…

      Event: You try — and fail — not to imagine that it’s You undressing you. Her fingers deftly unzipping and unbuttoning your clothes, caressing your skin as she bares it.

    Event: Wherever her phantom fingers brush you, waves of heat race across your skin. They pool and thrum between your thighs.

    Ash: (Get ahold of yourself, soldier.)

IF ASH IS FEMALE:

      Event: Once you’ve stripped down to your underwear, you finally turn back toward You, the damp evidence of your desire visible in your panties.

IF ASH IS MALE:

      Event: Once you’ve stripped down to your underwear, you finally turn back toward You, the evidence of your desire outlined by the fabric of your boxers.

THE PATHS FOR GENDER BRANCHING RECONVERGE HERE:

    You [HAPPY]: I’ll admit, this sight was worth the wait.

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 2:

    Event: Urged on by her attention, you quickly discard your clothes by the side of the hot tub.

    Event: The unabashed fire in You’s gaze is clear as she takes in the sight of you in nothing but your underwear.

    You [HAPPY]: If the security guard thing doesn’t work out, you could get work as an underwear model.

    Ash: Thanks, but I’m not much of an exhibitionist.

    You: That’s a shame, depriving the world of a body like yours.

    You [HAPPY]: I’m glad you decided to make an exception for me tonight.

IF ASH IS FEMALE:

      Event: Her praise stirs your desire, and moisture blossoms between your thighs.

IF ASH IS MALE:

      Event: Her praise stirs your desire, and heat blooms between your thighs as you stiffen in response.

THE PATHS FOR GENDER BRANCHING RECONVERGE HERE:

    Ash: I’m much more comfortable with an audience of one. The right one, anyway…

THE PATHS RECONVERGE HERE:

  Event: You quickly step into the hot tub, the warm water enveloping you as you settle beside You.

  Event: Sensing the weight of unspoken desires lingering between you, you clear your throat and look out at the skyline.

  Ash: How’re you holding up with everything? I know it’s been a lot…

  You: Honestly, I was starting to hope that the whole thing with the stalker was just a one-off…

  You [SAD]: But after tonight, I know it’s not.

  Ash: I wish it were.

  You [SAD]: I just don’t understand. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?

  Event: You place your hand on her shoulder, and she melts beneath your touch.

  Ash: Nothing. You did nothing wrong.

  You [SAD]: It’s just… scary. I just wish I could forget about it for a moment.

  Event: Her muscles tense beneath your palm, and you rub your thumb soothingly over her skin.

  Ash: (I might be about to cross a line, but… I can’t stand seeing her like this.)

  Ash [HAPPY]: I can think of a few ways to help you relax.

  Event: You look over at the spa basket sitting beside the tub, and she follows your gaze.

  You [HAPPY]: I’m listening.

CHOICE 1: I’ll use the massage oil on your shoulders.

CHOICE 2: I’ll use the loofa on your back.

  Event: As you grab what you need from the basket, you maneuver her so she’s seated between your legs, her back bare and waiting in front of you.

  You [HAPPY]: Well?

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 1:

    Event: You warm a small amount of the oil between your palms before placing your hands gently on her shoulders again.

    Event: The knots of stress slowly disappear with every touch.

    Ash: How’s that?

    Event: She lets out a soft moan, and the sound only worsens the ache between your legs.

    You: It’s… really good.

    Event: She closes her eyes, and you note how the water glistens on her skin.

    Event: You let your eyes wander over her body, tracing every delicate curve as heavenly sighs fall from her lips.

    You [HAPPY]: Bodyguard, fake {boy}friend, personal masseur… is there anything you can’t do?

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 2:

    Event: You dip the loofa into the warm water, letting it soak before bringing it to You’s back.

    Event: The water drips down her form, highlighting the graceful curve of her spine.

    You [HAPPY]: Ahhhh…

    Event: She shivers as the loofa glides along her side, and she presses back against you, worsening the ache between your legs.

    Ash: That feel good for you?

    Event: Every gentle and soothing circle you make draws a soft moan from her lips.

    You: So good… Like washing away everything that happened tonight.

    Event: She hesitates, shooting a coy glance over her shoulder at you.

    You [HAPPY]: Well… not everything.

THE PATHS RECONVERGE HERE:

  Event: Your professional restraint wars with a primal urge deep inside you, wanting to set her on the edge of the tub and take her apart.

  Event: Then she drops her head back against your shoulder, yawning.

  Ash: Looks like we should get you to bed.

  Event: With one arm wrapped around her back, you slide the other under her legs and lift her out of the water.

  You [SURPRISED]: Oh!

  Event: She clings to your neck, gazing up into your eyes with so much trust that you almost forget to breathe.

  Ash: Don’t worry. I’ve got you.

  Event: You set her down on a bench and pick up a towel. The water cascades down her body like a delicate symphony, making you loathe to dry her off.

  Event: You gently wipe the water from her neck, watching the way it tenses as she swallows.

CHOICE 1: I should dry her chest.

CHOICE 2: I shoulder dry her legs.

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 1:

    Event: You move the towel lower, over her exposed cleavage, and she shudders.

    Event: She arches her back, her breasts pressing against your hands as you run the towel over them.

    You [HAPPY]: A girl could get used to attention like this, you know.

    Event: Even as her quiet moan makes you throb with need, you take your time, feeling out the plush curves of her skin beneath the towel.

    Event: You think of how easy it would be to pull down the top of her swimsuit and lick the curve of one of her breasts.

    Ash: (God, how I want to let her get used to it…)

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 2:

    Event: You hold her calf in one hand as you glide the towel up her leg, feeling it quiver in your grasp.

    Event: She arches her back, hips pressing forward when the towel grazes her inner thigh.

    You [HAPPY]: If it means getting treatment like this, I might not mind getting in a little trouble now and then…

    Event: Then you’re brushing it between her legs, your hand separated from her core by just a little fabric.

    Event: You think of how easy it would be to slide her swimsuit aside, to dip your fingers into her until she screamed your name.

    Ash: (I can think of some ways we could both get in trouble. Hell, it’s all I can think about.)

THE PATHS RECONVERGE HERE:

  Event: You shake your head and begin drying yourself, the sweet smell of her still on the towel.

  You: Let me return the favor.

  Event: She takes the towel and dries you off, her finger accidentally brushing your nipple.

  Ash: You…

  Event: But then her hands are between your legs, only the towel between her hands and your skin. Your muscles tense as you struggle not to buck into the touch.

  You [HAPPY]: Sorry, my hand… slipped.

  Event: But there’s a playful edge to her tone that has you wondering.

  Ash: (She’s an actor… but was her touch the act, or is it her explanation?)

  Event: When you’re finally dry, you sweep her back into your arms, leaving your clothes in a pile to retrieve later.

  Event: Her bare skin presses against yours, spreading a fire in your veins.

  Event: Back downstairs, you gently lower You to her feet, keeping your hands on her hips.

  You: I didn’t think I’d get tired, but I’m exhausted right now…

  Ash: Well, you can’t go to bed like that.

  Event: You give a playful pull on the band of her swimsuit bottoms.

  Ash: You’ll get the covers all wet.

  Event: She bites her lip at your words, a shiver running through her body.

  You: Very good point. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to help…?

  Event: You swallow a growl as you suppress the urge to tear the fabric off of her and toss her onto the bed.

CHOICE 1: Instead, I’ll unclasp her bikini top.

CHOICE 2: Instead I’ll slip the bottoms down her legs.

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 1: 

    Event: Stepping close enough to feel the warmth of her body, you reach around to unfasten her top, your fingers brushing her spine.

    Event: In a flash, you picture pulling it loose with your teeth, then letting your mouth explore her form, drinking in the sweetness of her skin.

    Ash: (Keep it together. She undresses around her colleagues all the time.)

    Event: But your racing heart and thrumming skin can practically feel it as you envision taking her nipple into your mouth, sucking it stiff.

    You: Now lower…

    Event: It takes you a moment to realize she’s talking about her bottoms. Shaking the fantasy out of your head, you slip them down.

    Event: You pull back enough to let the cups of the top fall, revealing her perfect breasts, still slick with water.

IF YOU CHOSE CHOICE 2:

    Event: Stepping close enough to feel the warmth of her body, you hook a finger under her waistband and slide the fabric over her hips.

    Event: In a flash, you picture kneeling before her and burying your face between her exposed thighs, teasing her… tasting her.

    Ash: (Keep it together. She undresses around her colleagues all the time.)

    Event: But you can’t shake the image of pressing her against the wall and licking her until she screams your name.

    You [HAPPY]: Ash…

    Event: It takes you a moment to realize she’s actually saying your name. You shake your head, coming back to the present.

    Event: Your hands linger on the perfect curves of her hips, still slick with water.

THE PATHS RECONVERGE HERE: 

  Ash: Mmm… you’re still a bit wet.

  You [HAPPY]: You noticed?

  Event: Reluctantly, you step back, giving her space to finish drying herself and slip into fresh underwear.

  You: Thank you.

  Event: She crawls into bed, and you tuck the covers around her.

  You: Goodnight, Ash…

  Event: Your faces hover just inches apart, her supple lips, so temptingly close.

  Event: A longing to taste the forbidden fruit tugs at your very core, utterly intoxicating.

  Ash: (Should I kiss her…?)

  Event: You hesitate, the rational voice in your head bringing you back to reality.

  Ash: (None of this is real. The kisses we shared before were just for show. I need to remember that.)

  Ash: Goodnight, You.

  Event: Her eyes slide shut, leaving her the picture of bliss as you leave the room.

  Event: You gather your clothes before heading out, the images of her body and the sound of her voice staying with you.

IF YOU CHOSE FREE CHOICE:

    Ash: I… should look into the message you got. It’s the best way I can ensure your safety.

    Ash [SAD]: (And I don’t think I can go through seeing you in the tub and staying professional.