chapter 33

Huxley

“Don’t get sleepy,” I scold as Elizabeth’s eyelids droop. “We’ve got a long way to go yet.”

She smiles. “It doesn’t matter how many times you have sex, as long as you do it at the right time.”

“Nevertheless. I intend to fill you to the brim.”

“Mr. Romantic.”

I laugh, roll over, and get up. I search for boxers and pull them on, then tug on my trousers.

“Going somewhere?” she asks.

“I’m going to order us some drinks and a snack. I’ve got to keep my strength up. Want anything in particular?”

“Mmm… something sweet.”

“Okay.” I walk around to her side of the bed, lean over her, and kiss her. “We’re getting in the hot tub,” I tell her as I walk out the room. “Naked, before you start going all coy on me and getting your cozzie on.”

I walk through to the living room, flick on one of the lamps. Then I go over to the phone, pick it up, and dial for room service. I put in my order, then go out onto the deck to take the cover off the hot tub and start it up.

“I’m not sure about the naked pa