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With swimming pool as a destination, Mike got his swimming trunks on, fuzzy house slippers which are provided to all the guests staying in the villa and headed down the hallway. An exercise will help him burn the energy and sleep better.

Mike was pleased to see large fluffy towels stacked next to the swimming pool. He forgot to get one out of his bathroom.

"Ahhh…", Mike exhaled in satisfaction while floating on his back in the pool after completing ten laps. "I could get used to this…"

He swam five more laps before getting out of the pool and stepping under the shower to rinse off chlorinated water.

Mike spotted a swimwear drying machine, the one which spins and shakes fabric until all the water comes off… but he was uncertain how to use it, so he hang his swimming trunks on a handle in the area for changing clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist.

He made one step when he heard his stomach rumbling. Dinner was a while ago, and this exercise woke up his appetite. Onward, to the kitchen!

Mike was used to tiptoe through the apartment, in order not to wake up anyone, so he tiptoed here as well, forgetting that the villa is humongous and the chance of waking up anyone is close to zero even if he starts playing drums. Also, he knows that he will not bump into anyone, because Emma told him that staff will not be in this part of the villa before 7 AM when they start busying themselves with breakfast preparation.

In the kitchen…

Mike was impressed by the selection in the fridge. They have… everything!

His sight fell on the box of orange juice. When he shook it, Mike assessed that there is less than a half in the 64 FL OZ (1.9L) box. He can finish that easily, so he didn\'t bother with getting a glass.

Mike removed the cap and started gulping down the delicious sweet and sour liquid which hit all the right spots.

"Mhm…", a sound of the person clearing throat came from very close, startling Mike and making him spill some juice.

Mike glanced to his left and observed a girl who has her blonde hair pulled into a messy ponytail on top of her head, making it look like she has a fountain going on there… or maybe a willow tree. His sight moved lower and he noticed that she is wearing a satin sleeveless nightgown with black lacy details which hug the V-neck opening, and the smooth red fabric compliments her snow white skin perfectly while being lifted by her breasts, narrowing around her waist, widening slightly at her hips and ending with the lacy details just above her knees, exposing her slender calves... and her fuzzy house slippers are matching his. Mike swallowed hard and forced his sight to focus on her petite face which is… mesmerizing.

Her big hazel eyes blinked at him.

Tiffany looked at Mike and she had difficulty not gaping at his body which is ripped. His brown hair is damp and messy, and despite orange juice dripping down his chin, her eyes were drawn to a drop of water which fell from his hair onto his shoulder, glided down his perfect pecs, toned abs… until it disappeared in the towel low on his waist.

"Who are you?" Tiffany spoke first.

Mike didn\'t miss Tiffany gawking at him. He is not confident in many things, but the appeal of his body to the ladies is undeniable. He smiled smugly, unaware of the orange juice drops dangling off his chin. "Mike. Emma\'s brother. And you?"

Tiffany scolded herself for staring too much… and he noticed! How embarrassing… but such a body is not something you see often, alright? And to make everything ten times more seductive, there is a big chance that under that towel there is no other piece of fabric!

Tiffany clenched her teeth and repeated in her mind to get herself together. For crying out loud, it is just a man, no matter how delicious he looks. It must be the hunger, because she is hungry. For food. And a man, maybe… a young and ripped one, just like this one standing in front of her. After years of interacting with older men her parents set her up on dates, Mike is like a spring breeze which is hitting her cheeks, circling around her waist and slipping under her nightgown, warming up all the right places.

"I am Tiffany. Emma\'s assistant.", she responded after a long silence.

"Assistant? Emma didn\'t mention that she has an assistant."

Mike leaned on the kitchen counter, making that towel around his waist dip a bit lower.

Tiffany swallowed hard while reminding herself not to stare. Why is she getting all flustered? She rolled her eyes and said irritably: "Emma didn\'t mention that she has a brother either."

Mike noticed that Tiffany is looking at the box of orange juice in his hand, and he guessed that she is frowning because he was drinking straight from the box.

"I will finish this.", he explained.

"Barbaric…", Tiffany mumbled and gestured for Mike to move. "Do you mind…?"

Mike took two steps back and observed Tiffany who was getting the cream cheese, deli sliced ham, lettuce and one tomato from the fridge. She went into the pantry and returned with a loaf of bread. After getting the plate, she started making a sandwich in elegant and fluid movements. It looked like a ballet.

"You are up late.", Mike tried striking a conversation.

"So are you.", Tiffany responded dryly.

Mike noticed that Tiffany is stiff, unfriendly. "You don\'t want to talk to me?"

Tiffany paused and glanced at him from top to bottom. "If you are wearing more than a towel, I might talk to you more." In her mind she finished: \'Like this, I only want to ravish you…\'

Mike shrugged, unaware of her lustful thoughts. He was busy trying to conceal his lustfulness at the sight of her behind curving the smooth fabric just right, and the lack of lines from panties made him think that she is not wearing any.

"I came from the pool and didn\'t expect to bump into anyone... You are not wearing much either."

Tiffany didn\'t miss that he almost sang that last part. She smirked. "You are not the only one who didn\'t expect to bump into someone."

Mike was encouraged seeing a hint of a smile on her face. The lady is warming up to him! "Are you staying here?"

Tiffany confirmed. "Until I save enough for a place of my own."

Mike likes this. A young, beautiful lady, working toward her independence. "How long are you working for Emma?"

"From few days ago."

"You can\'t sleep in new places?"

Tiffany wondered why he is probing so much, but she didn\'t mind answering his questions. "No. I was studying."

"I thought that you are working as an assistant."

"People can study while working." Tiffany said matter-of-factly.

Mike was curious. "What are you studying?"

"I am taking business courses with a goal to earn a degree in business management."

Tiffany kept the things she used back in place, took her plate with the sandwich and said without looking at Mike. "Make sure to wipe out the mess you made, or it will get sticky. Good night, Emma\'s brother."

Mike glanced at the floor and realized that she is referring to the orange juice he spilled few minutes ago when he got startled.

He wiped off few lingering drops from his chin and looked after Tiffany while she walked out of the kitchen.

"The name is Mike!", he cried after her.

Mike got an apple from the bowl on the kitchen island and took a bite while thinking about Tiffany. She is beautiful and her personality has a spunk. But what struck him the most is that she has a steady job and is studying to get her degree at the same time.

Since he got a full time job, all of his ideas about continuing education vanished. Maybe it\'s not such an impossible thing, after all.

Mike smirked while thinking that this might be a good conversation starter… he can ask Tiffany to give him some tips on balancing work and school. Yup, he can do that.

He moved to go to his room and a squishy sound of stepping into liquid reminded him that he needs to clean up the floor before going to his room. And now he needs to clean up the slipper as well. What a drag.

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