The drops fell lazily on his body as he turned down the shower. He gazed directly at the drops, each splash trickling down his broad, hairy chest.
Damn, he groused as he stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom; the soft hotel towel tied firmly around his slim waist. Even with a cold bath and controlled breaths, he was getting hard, again. He wished there was something else he could do to get his bulge down. Any new trick. Anything other than what had always been his last resort. He had avoided using a soap to bathe. He didn’t trust his hands with a soap, especially with an erect penis. He felt like a teenage boy again. The strong rush of adrenaline and wild, vile thoughts.
Grim. Grim. He made a dash for the room immediately he heard that peculiar tone. The sound of the incoming call had momentarily halted the flow of his thoughts, ushering instead a new sense of awareness; he’d forgotten to call his girlfriend, Margaret.
“Hello Maggie” he said. His voice slightly breathy.
“Where are you?”
“I just stepped out of the bathroom”
“Oh! You didn’t call me.” He clearly heard the fall in her tone. He wished he had made the call immediately he reached the hotel.
I have to sound convincing enough, he thought. “I had to take a shower. I planned calling – ” she didn’t let him finish. He was grateful she had interrupted. He knew how terrible he was at coming up with excuses.
“How was the flight?”
The flight. Yeah, the flight. If only he could just tell her that it had all been a lie.
“Fine. The flight was fine. Smooth”
“You sound, strange. Are you sure you’re fine?”
“I’m fine. I’m fine. Its fatigue, nothing unusual”
“I…….You – ” Maggie heaved a breath. “I’ll let you rest.”
Steve opened the door to the room. He smiled as he took in the sight of the it.
Bless him, he whispered. This reservation is just, perfect.
He threw his bag ahead of him. “Perfect” he muttered as the bag dropped on the bed. He adjusted the bag to allow enough space for himself.
Everything just seemed, perfect. Steve wished for nothing more than, perfect. That was what the trip was all about. Dotun had suggested the trip to him. Dotun had also made good his promise of finding out a perfect reservation for him.
Steve pulled gently at the soft towels that lay beside him on the bed.
Deep breathe in. Hold. Let out slowly. Anne would always stress the word ‘slowly’. Anne Badmus, his former fitness coach turned girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend. Strange, at a time he was single and all-alone, he felt happier. His father was busy touring the world with his young wife; a wife who had little to offer other than a beautiful body. His younger sibling -Katherine – was all over town getting ‘laid’ in the name of pursuing a stupid modeling career.
The vibrations of his mobile phone seem to jolt him.
“Hello. You’ve not been picking my calls”
“Oh, sorry. The phone had been in my bag. Vibration. I arrived safely”
“Yeah, yeah. If you hadn’t, you won’t be answering this call.”
Steve laughed in his simple, almost effeminate manner. “Too bad, I’m still alive”
“How was the Lagos traffic from the Airport?”
“I hope you like the hotel?”
“I love it. You don’t disappoint, man”
“Hmmm. I leave you to enjoy, paradise. I got to go now. Work”
“Oh, do have fun.” Steve knew Dotun well. Work at this time of the day, especially on a weekend meant only one thing; clubbing.
“One more thing. You might want to check the bar downstairs. They have a special Friday drink. Its called Rogue.”
Dotun let a small laugh. “Actually, its the French word for colour Red. I can’t remember how its pronounced.”
“Yeah. Roozh. Funny how its pronunciation differs from its spelling.”
Steve laughed again. “I’ll check it out – ”
“Now?” Dotun interrupted.
“Cool. Bye, man.”
“Salut. Bonne soirée”
Steve chuckled. “Bye. Have a good evening”
“Je t’aime.” Steve was sure he had pressed the red button on his phone before he said it. Je t’aime. I love you.
“Hello. I’m sure he would be heading to the bar very soon.”
“You sure?” the voice at the other end needed assurance.
Dotun ended the call, smiled and slid the phone inside his jeans pocket.