As I opened my eyes the next morning, I hopped on my bike and, driven by a confident sexual impulse, raced toward him, weaving through the Ubud traffic.
“All right, Cat, remember—he did not lick you last night—that was just a dream. Pull yourself together and don’t give away the fact that your thoughts have already crossed far beyond the borders of friendship. Breathe!”
Ha! As if. Deep breathing came with difficulty, instantly triggering orgasmic flashes throughout my body, reminding me of the sweet nighttime madness.
I parked the bike, slowly approached the entrance of his stunning villa, and gently pushed open the carved gates adorned with Balinese patterns. I lingered, taking in the exquisitely decorated elongated passage framed by hanging plants. The sweet aroma of tropical flowers and the many-voiced chorus of insects created an atmosphere of Asian bliss. With a fluttering thrill, I stepped onto the stone pathway that crossed a pond filled with fragrant lilies, leading to the gazebo where He was already waiting for me…
And then… it hit me: this was the very house from my dream. The same passage. The same stone path leading across the pond… straight to him.
HOW?! DID I SPEND A WHOLE MONTH IN THIS HOUSE, WALKED THIS STONE PATH SEVERAL TIMES A DAY, AND NEVER ONCE NOTICED THE OBVIOUS SIMILARITY?!
In an instant, my overwhelming arousal transformed into surging joy and a crystal-clear knowing: YES. IT’S HIM. HE is the Man!
With sparkling eyes and wet lashes, I entered the hall where Snake was preparing for breakfast, voicing the order to his personal chef.
“Good morning, sunshine! Did you sleep well?” he greeted me with a warm smile. “You’re glowing. Join me for breakfast?”
“Ohhh, thanks, I’ll pass… I’m not hungry. I had suuuuch a dream last night…” I exhaled mysteriously, completely unable to hide the love-struck tone or my shy gaze.
“My goodness, what did you dream about?” he played along, as if reading my thoughts.
“You and I were playing this intriguing game—a mysterious photographer and a model pretending not to notice.”
“Well, that’s my specialty, kitty-cat,” he said in a slightly lowered, dangerously sexy voice, burning into me with his confident, commanding gaze. “By the way, a friend of mine messaged me this morning—she’s coming to stay for a bit. Funny story…”
He continued with his funny story, but I wasn’t listening—my heart pounded in my ears, and my head screamed: “WHAT FRIEND?!”
“Oh, then we’ll make her your model for tantric research,” I managed to say, clearly forcing a smile, because he immediately responded:
“Oh nooo, she’s only here for a couple of days. And she’s not that kind of friend—just someone I know who asked to crash here before continuing her island adventure. Some wild biker girl, totally off the rails. But meeting her might actually be useful for you—she’s a woman after all. You could sell her your course.”
“Yeah, right, I’ll sell her the course…” I thought. My “positive” attitude was clearly showing in my defiant expression.
At that moment, it became absolutely obvious: the territorial guardian inside me had switched on—fiercely. Snake noticed my sudden shift and tried to smooth it over:
“I brought some lavender bath bombs with me. Why don’t you go take a bath and relax before she arrives?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered softly, suddenly feeling like a little girl, completely powerless over the storm of emotions that had overwhelmed me over the past few hours. So sinking into a warm bath scented with lavender felt like the best idea ever.
Thanking him with a lingering look, I headed to the bathroom, gathering fragrant frangipani blossoms along the way. I decided not to close the door—just in case he’d choose to join me, turned on my favorite music, lit a Palo Santo stick, dropped a lavender bath bomb and the flowers into the tub.
“All right, Cat, remember—he did not lick you last night—that was just a dream. Pull yourself together and don’t give away the fact that your thoughts have already crossed far beyond the borders of friendship. Breathe!”
Ha! As if. Deep breathing came with difficulty, instantly triggering orgasmic flashes throughout my body, reminding me of the sweet nighttime madness.
I parked the bike, slowly approached the entrance of his stunning villa, and gently pushed open the carved gates adorned with Balinese patterns. I lingered, taking in the exquisitely decorated elongated passage framed by hanging plants. The sweet aroma of tropical flowers and the many-voiced chorus of insects created an atmosphere of Asian bliss. With a fluttering thrill, I stepped onto the stone pathway that crossed a pond filled with fragrant lilies, leading to the gazebo where He was already waiting for me…
And then… it hit me: this was the very house from my dream. The same passage. The same stone path leading across the pond… straight to him.
HOW?! DID I SPEND A WHOLE MONTH IN THIS HOUSE, WALKED THIS STONE PATH SEVERAL TIMES A DAY, AND NEVER ONCE NOTICED THE OBVIOUS SIMILARITY?!
In an instant, my overwhelming arousal transformed into surging joy and a crystal-clear knowing: YES. IT’S HIM. HE is the Man!
With sparkling eyes and wet lashes, I entered the hall where Snake was preparing for breakfast, voicing the order to his personal chef.
“Good morning, sunshine! Did you sleep well?” he greeted me with a warm smile. “You’re glowing. Join me for breakfast?”
“Ohhh, thanks, I’ll pass… I’m not hungry. I had suuuuch a dream last night…” I exhaled mysteriously, completely unable to hide the love-struck tone or my shy gaze.
“My goodness, what did you dream about?” he played along, as if reading my thoughts.
“You and I were playing this intriguing game—a mysterious photographer and a model pretending not to notice.”
“Well, that’s my specialty, kitty-cat,” he said in a slightly lowered, dangerously sexy voice, burning into me with his confident, commanding gaze. “By the way, a friend of mine messaged me this morning—she’s coming to stay for a bit. Funny story…”
He continued with his funny story, but I wasn’t listening—my heart pounded in my ears, and my head screamed: “WHAT FRIEND?!”
“Oh, then we’ll make her your model for tantric research,” I managed to say, clearly forcing a smile, because he immediately responded:
“Oh nooo, she’s only here for a couple of days. And she’s not that kind of friend—just someone I know who asked to crash here before continuing her island adventure. Some wild biker girl, totally off the rails. But meeting her might actually be useful for you—she’s a woman after all. You could sell her your course.”
“Yeah, right, I’ll sell her the course…” I thought. My “positive” attitude was clearly showing in my defiant expression.
At that moment, it became absolutely obvious: the territorial guardian inside me had switched on—fiercely. Snake noticed my sudden shift and tried to smooth it over:
“I brought some lavender bath bombs with me. Why don’t you go take a bath and relax before she arrives?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered softly, suddenly feeling like a little girl, completely powerless over the storm of emotions that had overwhelmed me over the past few hours. So sinking into a warm bath scented with lavender felt like the best idea ever.
Thanking him with a lingering look, I headed to the bathroom, gathering fragrant frangipani blossoms along the way. I decided not to close the door—just in case he’d choose to join me, turned on my favorite music, lit a Palo Santo stick, dropped a lavender bath bomb and the flowers into the tub.
Undressing, I spent a few moments admiring the perfect Balinese spa scene, then closed my eyes and imagined him coming up behind me, gently kissing my shoulders. Purring with arousal, I slipped into the warm, aromatic bath and dissolved into the pleasure of a fairytale I had finally, utterly deserved.