I step out of the bathroom adjacent to my bedroom and I stop. I’m rooted to the spot; the Thai girl is sitting on my bed. She is fluttering her eyelashes, and my imagination runs wild. The sun is high in the sky; it shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Beads glitter on her dress. Her black hair shines like the mane of a horse. She is not wearing much make-up—her skin is perfect. I could criticize her body but I’m mesmerized by her intriguing eyes. She has nice, almond-shaped eyes which wake my desire. Her chin is strong, her nose is tiny; she is childlike but her eyes show me she knows how to be a woman.
I realize I’m wearing nothing but a towel and I get a bit annoyed.
“Who told you to come in?”
When I speak to her she gets up and stands at attention. She casts her eyes down an
