Shower upstairs

"I'm just going to use the shower upstairs. You can just tell the staff to leave extra clothes outside the bathroom." Sage nodded at my suggestion.

I made it upstairs with Santiago continuously apologizing for coating me in cake. I shrugged them off along with my clothes once I finally entered the bathroom. The hot water came euphorically as the frosting was cleansed from my body while the water and soap cascaded down my muscular chest.

I emerged from my shower into a room of steam that glazed over the mirror above the sink. Wiping away the unnecessary fog, I shot my reflection a thumbs up as I admired my well-built physique that was shimmering in water droplets. After checking myself out as I flexed my enormous biceps, I twirled my head around the bathroom to find a towel. I did not see one...My ruined clothes were gone as well. Did the crew member take them while I was in the shower? Oh shit! I forgot to lock the door!

I searched desperately through the cabinets to find something I could cover myself with. All I could was a lavender hand towel that I used to dry of the remaining water droplets from my body. Attempting to wrap it around my waist, I could barely tie a knot to hold it together and the cloth itself only extended several inches above my knees. Not exactly the most modest of covers but what other options did I have?

Peeking out the bathroom door, I noticed a lonesome sock placed on the floor in front of me. Okay...where was the rest of my CLOTHES! I looked both left and right to see if the coast was clear then I tiptoed out of the safety of the bathroom to pick up the sock. When I finally had it in my grasp, I noticed it's pair resting by the top landing of the stairs. No one seemed to be on this floor, so I risked moving even further away from the bathroom to pick up the other sock. From the that point, I spotted a pair of designer jeans sprawled out on the next landing. Sheesh! When I requested to 'leave extra clothes outside the bathroom' this is not what I had in mind! That staff member was either incredibly lazy or playing some practical joke on me.

Padding down the stairs, I swiped up the jeans only to discover two dress shoes scattered on the bottom floor. Dare I even chance putting myself that far out there before I even found a pair of underwear? Everyone should be working in the living room or the backyard so surely there was no risk of being seen yet. Right? Either way, I did not have much time before the client arrived and I had to be dressed by then to meet them.

Striding down the last of the stairs, all this moving around was loosening the already tiny knot on my lavender hand towel. A notable seam produced itself up to my waistline where my towel came together exposing my masculine thigh almost completely. By now my hands were full with my disseminated wardrobe as I picked up the shoes so I couldn't retie the towel around my waist before I noticed a fancy polo shirt crammed under the door to the kitchen. I sighed exasperatingly I sneaked over to open the kitchen door so I may add the shirt to my bundle of clothes.

Opening the door, I finally spotted a pair of boxer briefs hanging over a chair inside the kitchen while I picked up my shirt. A burst of elation and relief filled me as I spotted the last missing piece to my ensemble. Clumping up my clothes in to a ball, I dashed into the kitchen to collect my underwear.

That's when all hell broke loose...