Ollie walked out the door, stark naked.
And I lay on the bed, stretched out like a Roman empress. That man had given me the best sex of my entire life while making me feel sexy and powerful, not at all like a screw-up who couldn't keep a man.
Thank you, Ollie.
Chapter Ten
Ollie
I went into the kitchen and called to check on things at the guest house, then I gathered ingredients from the fridge to make lunch for Mara and me. While I whipped up my culinary creations, I thought about how this day had changed so completely from what I could've ever expected. I had sex with Mara. Holy shit, that happened. She'd freaked out when she first saw the naturists in the buff, but when she'd stepped out of that taxi I'd been dumbstruck by how beautiful and sexy she was. Mara had calmed down pretty fast after her freak-out. Though she swore was okay with naturism, I figured she must still have had some issues with it. She wanted to get past them. I knew that.
Not that I expected she'd ever become a naturist.
But damn, she had the body for it.
While I sliced cucumbers for a salad, I considered the problem of Mara. She had hangups, for sure. Her parents seemed to have done a bang-up job of convincing her she wasn't good enough---for anything. I'd never met them, but I already didn't like them. Mara seemed like such a sweet girl, and smart too. Not to mention amazing in bed.
I had fucked a woman I'd known for less than two days.
Yeah, I still had trouble wrapping my head around that one. I was a computer nerd who struggled to get dates and couldn't keep a girlfriend. As for one-nighters... Yeah, that never happened to me. How did I get so lucky today?
Mara wandered into the kitchen while I was finishing up. She'd put on the same outfit she wore earlier, with the capri pants and sandals.
"Sit down," I told her, pointing at the stools on her side of the island. "Lunch is almost ready."
She perched on a stool, folding her hands atop the island. "Thank you for making me lunch."
"It's the least I can do after the workout we just had." I couldn't help smirking when I remembered our time in the bedroom. "I've never had sex with a girl I barely know, but it was incredible."
Mara blushed a little. "It was wonderful. And I've never had sex with someone I barely know either."
"We're both first-timers, eh?" I slid two plates across the island, one for Mara and one for me, then I slid two glasses of lemonade over there too. The salads were on the plates, beside double-decker sandwiches. "Here you go. Figured we both needed a big lunch to catch up on the calories we burned in bed."
"I am starving." She pulled her plate closer and licked her lips. "It looks delicious."
"Dig in." I walked around to her side of the island and sat on the stool next to hers. "The sandwich is ham, turkey, and bacon with vinaigrette dressing and provolone cheese. I made the lemonade from scratch. The salad has thousand island dressing, but Eve made that. She always whips up a big batch of the dressing and puts it in glass jars herself so we can use them as needed."
"Wow, you don't get homemade dressing at a regular resort." She picked up her fork and ate a mouthful of salad. "Mm, yummy."
"Glad you like it."
She took her double-decker sandwich in both hands, biting off a sizable chunk. While she chewed, she closed her eyes and moaned.
My dick started waking up again.
"Uh, I'll go put on some clothes," I told her, sliding off my stool. "You're still getting used to the naturist thing, and I don't want you to feel weird about me sitting her in the nude eating a sandwich."
"That's okay. You don't need to do that on my account."
"It's no trouble."
Running back to my room gave me a chance to get a grip on myself. If I got hard every time I saw Mara, we were in trouble.
After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, I went back to the kitchen and to Mara. Her plate had the same amount of food on it as when I'd left.
"Don't you like it?" I asked, nodding at her plate. "You haven't eaten much."
"I was waiting for you."
She smiled shyly, which for some reason always got my dick excited, so I jumped onto my stool and started eating as a way to avoid looking at her. The food did taste pretty good. Maybe I couldn't keep a girlfriend, but I had three things I rocked at---computers, sex, and now food. Serving as Eve's sous chef, in the days before we hired actual kitchen staff, had taught me a lot about cooking.
Not that sandwiches and salad counted as cooking.
Mara moaned again while devouring her sandwich.
I shifted uncomfortably on my stool and focused on my own plate. Never in my life had I eaten as fast as I did now.
"Really hungry, huh?" Mara said.
"Kinda," I mumbled through the food I'd stuffed into my mouth. Swallowing, I said, "Tell me more about you. I know your family's rich, but what about you? Do you work?"
"Yes." She swigged her lemonade. "Mm, this is delicious too. I do have a business. Kind of. Like I said before, I'm basically in real estate."
"Right, I forgot you said that. What exactly do you do?"
She hunched her shoulders, staring down at her almost-empty plate while picking at the crumbs on it. "I sort of, um, own a building."
"You own a building?" I probably gaped at her like a moron, but jeez, I'd never met anyone who owned anything that big. "What kind of building is it?"
She winced. "An apartment complex."
I gaped some more. A minute, maybe longer, ticked by while I tried to cobble together
