“Ahh… that was crazy fun!” Zary let herself fall back into the plush king-sized bed she was sitting on, spreading her hands out wide on both sides. She had already taken a nice warm shower earlier and only had a white robe wrapped around her right now since the both of them did not bring any clothes along with them as they had rushed out of the house so abruptly. Though so unprepared, Zary had never felt so free and as relaxed for as long as she could remember.

A wide smile was plastered all over her face, shaking her head a little at the thought of what she had done tonight. She did not even know where they were at the moment. Her phone was with her, but she did not bother to have it turned on. That customer service officer might call and keep bugging her again.

She turned towards Sam and was about to speak when she saw him already undressing.

Zary blinked at the unexpected sight. But before she could think of how to respond, he had already moved towards the bathroom. Wait… Sam? Bathroom? Why did that not sound right?

She then sprung from the bed. “Wait, Sam! Where are you going?!”

He turned and looked at her, his perfect naked torso bared in full view to her viewing pleasure again. His waist of his slacks was hanging low on his hips, giving him the perfect sexy and smouldering look that would have any normal hot-blooded woman panting and wetting her panties. “To the bathroom –”

“What?!” Zary’s eyes widened as she gave a mini shriek. “You’re going to take a bath?!”

Sam cocked his head almost innocently. “You don’t… want me to bathe?”

“You can’t!” Zary sweat-dropped. Who on earth have ever heard of a robot bathing?

A short silence passed. Sam looked like he was processing the reason why.

“But I will be sleeping with you tonight, master. Therefore, I want to be fresh and clean. It would not do for me to get into bed dirty and dusty.” He reasoned out and Zary’s face heated up a little at the ‘I will be sleeping with you tonight’ statement. She quickly shook her head though. They had slept together last night, literally. That was all that he had meant! Zary! Get your head out of the gutter! But still…

“There is no need for you to do that, Sam!” she approached him and held his hand.

“Why?” He cocked his head sideways again in that cute pose, confused at why Zary was telling him not to wash up.

“You can’t get wet. You might break!”

He stilled for a moment as understanding flashed across his face. But a smile eventually tugged at his gorgeous face. “Don’t worry, master. I’m waterproof.” He assured her.

Zary blinked multiple times after hearing Sam’s explanation on why he was insistent on wanting to bathe.

“Oh… waterproof. R-really?” She had not thought of that possibility and felt a little sheepish.

“Yes.” He nodded then he pulled her along into the bathroom with him. “Come. Let me show you.”

He let go of her hand as she stood by the door, then he twisted the lever on the wall and stood under the spray of the shower. The water fell like a downpour of rain on him, drenching him all the way through. Zary felt her heartbeat racing a little, imagining that something will get electrocuted or something.

But nothing of the sort happened. He was fully drenched now.

He then turned to her, running his hand through his hair. Oh god damn! Her eyes!

Zary could not help herself but swallow hard at the delicious sight of him with rivulets of water tracking down those very impressive pecs and abs of his. Her eyes were helplessly glued onto him now. Though she had wanted to drag her eyes and look back up at his face, no matter how hard she tried, she just could not. It was as though her eyes were magnetically drawn to his perfect physique – not that anyone could blame her, right? Sam under the shower, all wet and sizzling was just… pure temptation!

“Do you believe me now? Master?” he asked and Zary could swear that she saw a gleam of naughtiness flashing in his eyes for a moment. It had made her heart skipped a beat. Damn and double damn!

She took a couple of steps back and groped for the handle before shutting the door close before her. After flinging herself back onto the bed, she reflected on herself and could not believe she had almost jumped him when… the memories from that moment in that public bathroom had then flashed in her mind and she actually felt a surge of desire being kindled deep in her core. Those intense feelings… she wanted to experience them again… more of them. And she found that she actually welcomed them instead of shying away as how she usually does.

Her face burned red, and she buried herself into the pillows. Right now, they were alone in a hotel and… she took a deep breath and rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling, eyes unfocussed as her mind was in a whirl of thoughts.

Was she ready for this? Of course, she was!! How old was she already not to be ready?! Oh, come on Zary!

Still, her heartbeat trashed wilder as it drummed up a storm in her ears when Sam emerged from the door, wrapped up in the black bath robe that the hotel provided for the males. For some reason, he seemed to look quite different right now… different in a sense where he seemed to be so goddamned gorgeous and so very much human now. Maybe it was because of his messy and damp hair? If she was not the one who had purchased and started him up, she would swear that he was a 100-percent flesh and blood male!

Again, she swallowed when their eyes met.

The atmosphere seemed to suddenly grow thicker and hotter… and it reminded her at that moment again when they were inside that cramped cubicle.

This hotel room was spacious and far from being cramped. Yet it felt like it was getting smaller and smaller as the seconds ticked by.

When Sam took a step closer, Zary did not know why but she scooted back from her position at the edge of the bed.