In the dark...

Robin sat quietly in the room, on his bed, in the dark. The only illumination in the room came from the outline of the door frame, and he stared across the small space between the edge of his bed and the window. The room across was well lit. He glanced at his phone quickly. Almost time...

The girls had been fed, door was locked. His hand ran across his bare chest absentmindedly. What the hell was he doing? Requesting a girl strip... she was probably laughing her ass off about it with a few girlfriends at the bar... He banished the thought. Viola wasn't that kind, well, she didn't seem like that kind of person. That was the problem with expecting everyone to be duplicitous... you never put yourself out there. Yeah, he'd been hurt a few times... His mind flitted over the last redhead he'd dated... Sometimes you make poor choices but at least he had made a choice.

His internal soliloquy was broken by the sight of Viola stepping into the room, clad in only a thin bra and underwear. Robin's attention immediately was drawn to her gorgeous body, although he couldn't make out much in the dim light. She seemed to scan the room, twirling quickly in a graceful manner. Damn, she was beautiful, Robin thought. Exactly the kind of girl that he often fantasized about. Young, pretty, athletic, and obviously confident to judge from her notes.

The dim shape of Viola crossed to the window and retrieved his note. She stepped back into the bathroom and flicked on the light, causing her body to be illuminated perfectly. Robin's breath caught in his throat as he looked over the beautiful woman. He slid his hand down his body, to gently grasp his currently flaccid member, and stroked it gently as he took in her curves, her gorgeous ass, and the soft bumps that stood out from beneath her bra. His eyes roamed over her as she read the note, particularly taking pleasure in the smile that creased her lips, followed by the chuckle.

Her eyes looked up from the note nervously. For a moment, Robin panicked as he was certain she had just made eye contact with him. She stopped, turning to drop the note into the trash. He sighed, realizing that he had just gone way too far. His eye focused on the note, willing her not to throw it away.

For a second, she paused. His heart pulsed rapidly as she turned and placed the note into a drawer before walking out of the room. Shit... Shit... Shit. Shit Shit... She's cancelling... Great... Great job, dumbass, Robin Berated himself... The slight erection that had started to grow wilted completely. His hand came up to smack at his forehead, and he lay there silently. Well, guess it's time to tell Lauren what happened... He reached down to grab his phone when he heard the sound of the window opposite opening.

His eyes looked up to see right down the front of Viola's bra as she reached across the space to place a note on the window. Her nipples were straining against the fabric of the garment, and her breath was visible in the cool air. Her hand pressed against the window for a moment, securing the paper. Her hand pulled away slightly, seeming to hesitate for a moment, before she tapped once, gently on the glass.

She turned, and Robin had a gorgeous view of her ass as she walked back towards the shower, turning seductively at the end. She looked pensive, but fully visible in the light, her body promising so much. Robin rolled quickly, crossing to the window in a step and quickly reaching his hand up to retrieve the paper. FUCKING COLD... was his first thought as he glanced at the note. Crap... couldn't quite... He held up his phone, and the pale blue light illuminated the paper.

He swallowed as his eyes lighted on the last part. He hadn't even closed the window. He felt his hand shaking, feeling like he was doing something that would change things. Robin leaned down, so that his face was fully visible in the window as he reached across the gap between them. He paused for a moment, letting the cool air waft over him before he gently tapped at the window twice... before pausing for an instant, and then letting his hand touch the cold glass a third time.