Love in the Balance
Copyright© 2025 by WittyUserName
Chapter 11
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 11 - Eight friends navigate love, friendship, and finance as they find their places in the world.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Light Bond Rough Spanking Group Sex Hispanic Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Pregnancy Tit-Fucking Big Breasts
~Thursday July 17, 2025~
“Good morning,” Megan said, inviting herself into Steven’s office like usual. “Shit, sorry.”
“It’s okay, we’re just finishing up,” Steven smiled while standing beside a short middle-aged woman as the two of them looked at his computer monitor. “I’ll keep an eye out for your email, Alyssa.”
“Okay, thanks,” the woman nodded to Steven before walking toward the door. “Morning, Megan,”
“Alyssa,” Megan inclined her head. “I hope the kids are doing well?”
“They’re great, thank you,” Alyssa smiled. “How’s Carter?”
“Still a troublemaker,” Megan laughed.
“Just wait until he starts driving,” Alyssa sighed. “Anyway, I have a report to finish. Talk more at our meeting?”
“Of course,” the socialite nodded before Alyssa left.
Megan approached Steven’s desk, her heels clacking on the floor. Despite their spending the night together, the two of them had maintained a very professional relationship at work. Although, Steven was still stunned by the appearance of the gorgeous woman. Megan found him equally as handsome.
Steven was dressed in slacks and a royal purple button-down. His beard was freshly trimmed and his green eyes were as sexy as ever. Megan towered over him in her heels, while also wearing one of her usual business suits. The braid of the day was a twin bubble braid, with hair ties added at intervals down the length of the braid to create the look.
“How was your night?” Steven asked, looking up at the tall woman.
“Pretty good,” the heiress responded. “Carter fell asleep early, so I took a relaxing bubble bath with a glass of wine.”
“I fell asleep reading,” he replied. “Wine and hot water sounds so much nicer. Very relaxing.”
“It was,” Megan tilted her head, her blue-gray eyes twinkling. “I had trouble sleeping, so BOB and I had some alone time. Sometimes a girl needs to get off before she can rest.”
“Megan!” Steven hissed, glancing toward the entrance to his office. “The door’s open!”
“Relax, no one heard,” she waved off his concern. “Anyway, what were you and Alyssa talking about?”
“How to stay competitive with our bookkeeping services,” he answered. “There are a lot of people working as bookkeepers outside of their regular jobs.”
“Everyone has a side hustle these days,” Megan agreed.
“Yeah, because your dad and like six other guys control ninety percent of the economy,” Steven retorted playfully.
“Watch it,” she giggled. “You do ultimately work for him, not me.”
“True,” he acknowledged. “But, you’re the one I see every day, so I’d prefer to give you shit about it.”
Megan stuck her tongue out at me playfully. Then she sighed. “You’re right, we need to make sure we stay competitive. Offering both simple services and the option to have a CPA sign off on everything is a start.”
Grabbing a chair, Megan sat down beside Steven. From there, the two brainstormed ideas of offerings, from consulting to helping companies go paperless, to being a storage house, to digitizing; all under the banner of their key offerings. They eventually ran out of ideas and started wrapping up the impromptu meeting.
“I’ll see what else I can come up with,” he promised.
“Thanks,” she smiled at him. “Oh, and I actually did come here for a reason. There are a couple things we need to talk about.”
“I figured,” he replied. “Although, I’m not the only financial analyst at Sphinx, you know. One just left the room.”
“You’re the one who had to show the nepo hire around,” Megan pouted. “Poor baby, now you’re stuck with me.”
“To my constant regret,” Steven teased.
“Yeah, right,” she playfully punched him on the shoulder. “I’m delightful.”
“Eh,” he shrugged, siting down.
“And I put out,” Megan declared, sitting down beside Steven and crossing her long legs.
“Damn, Megan,” Steven laughed nervously. “We don’t want someone to hear or see us acting so close. I mean, ah, it’s not exactly professional.”
“Stop being so nervous,” she laughed. “We’re alone, and it’s not like I’m sitting in your lap. I’m in the chair beside you, looking at your computer. Perfectly normal. You’re just paranoid.”
“You, ah. You fluster me,” Steven admitted, feeling jittery. Damn, he wanted to kiss her.
“I like you flustered,” Megan grinned. “You’re adorable when you blush.”
“Right,” he cleared his throat, still unable to stop thinking about how beautiful she was. “Anyway, you had something we needed to talk about?”
“Interesting that you mentioned my father a minute ago,” Megan began nervously. “He’s gonna stop by in a couple weeks to see how things are going.”
“No need to be anxious,” Steven reached out and placed a hand on her knee. “You’re doing a great job.”
“Thank you,” she smiled softly, reaching down to squeeze his hand. “I need you to put together a report and presentation that shows off how well things are going?”
“Sure, no problem,” he nodded. “Your father is going to be very proud.”
“He won’t be proud of me until I manage to grow a dick,” Megan snorted.
“Well, I don’t know about growing one,” Steven sighed theatrically, “but it is the twenty-first century. There’s a surgery for that, doctors can build you one. We can still hook-up after, but I’m a top.”
“Give me a strap-on and I can change that,” she waggled her eyebrows.
“I’m not the one who was talked in to butt-sex with the argument that you’d still be a virgin,” he retorted.
“Oh, shut up,” she rolled her eyes, pushing Steven’s hand away while he laughed. “And I thought you were being a sweetheart.”
“Friends are supposed to give each other shit,” he reasoned, looking into her eyes. “You have nothing to worry about. He’s going to be very impressed.”
“It isn’t easy, you know,” Megan said in a small voice, “always needing to be strong, never showing any weakness.”
“I can imagine,” Steven nodded in sympathy. “Not knowing who your friends are, not letting people get close.”
“My dad wanted a son, not me,” she sighed, looking at him with a film of tears over her eyes. “Then I just had to rebel and make a fucking sex tape. Even without it I’d have to work ten times harder than anyone else just to be considered competent. Now? I could actually buy the entire fucking world and it still wouldn’t be enough.”
“Oh, Megan,” he whispered, unsure what else to say. It was shocking to see the powerful woman so vulnerable.
“Dad only likes me now because I gave him a grandson, a boy with the family name,” Megan sniffled as tears started to run down her cheeks.
“That’s not true,” Steven insisted, leaning forward in his chair. “Your dad loves you.”
“I’m sorry to dump this on you, I’m just exhausted,” she admitted, looking at him sadly. “That summer after high school was rough. Nell and I were drifting apart, I ditched the one guy who treated me like a person, and I spread my legs basically non-stop. I’m close with Nell again, but now I’m stringing you along just like Jane and your ex. Fuck, I’m a bitch. You deserve so much more.”
“Don’t worry about me,” he said, reaching out to brush away her tears and cup her cheek. “I’m fine, I’m just worried about you. Where’s all this coming from?”
“T-there was more I wanted to bring up, and it, ah, made me think of things,” she shrugged helplessly. “Maybe talk later? Do you have plans for lunch?”
“I do, actually,” Steven winced. “It’s Camilla’s birthday. She mentioned wanting to spend Saturday with just the girls, so I’m giving her a gift at lunch. It’s why Leslie came in to the office today. Just Conner will be missing since he doesn’t work here.”
“Not even gonna go out to dinner tonight? Some friend,” Megan teased, smiling slightly.
“Jane has plans with her sister and Sienna is going out with her parents,” he explained. “We could grab something to eat after work?”
“I’d like that,” she nodded slowly, still sniffling.
Megan took a few minutes to calm down and wipe the tears from her face with a few tissues. The two of them then hugged tightly, with Steven rubbing her back affectionately. She clung to him tightly, seemingly content to let him hide her from the world.
“You’re amazing,” Steven whispered to her. “Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Not even yourself.”
As they broke apart, they saw Jane standing in the doorway.
“I, ah, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” Jane stammered, her face turning red.
“Oh, you’re not interrupting,” Megan insisted, her confident mask back on. “Steven just needed a hug. He’s a big softie.”
“Yeah, he is,” Jane smiled slightly.
“Thanks, ladies,” Steven chuckled, deciding to let Megan get away with blaming him.
“I’ll see you both later,” Megan said, confidently walking toward the door and passing by Jane. “Great blouse, Jane.”
“Thanks, I like your hair,” Jane smiled, turning to Steven once the socialite was gone. “Hi.”
“Nothing happened, it was just a hug between friends,” Steven said quickly.
“I didn’t say anything. Guilty conscious?” Jane asked with a raised brow.
“No, nothing like that,” he shook his head. “We really are just friends.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” she snorted.
“We are!” he argued. “You were right, that charity thing was a date. But, it was more like a friend date. She’s a billionaire, and I’m just Steven.”
Jane scoffed.
“Also, she’s my supervisor. You should know the problems with that, since you work in HR.” he continued.
“Legally speaking, there really aren’t any,” Jane replied, crossing her arms. “Relationships like that can often lead to complaints of favoritism, harassment, or a hostile work environment. That’s why most companies have a policy outlined, but it isn’t actually illegal.”
“And what’s our policy?” Steven questioned curiously.
“I thought nothing was happening?” Jane countered.
“I was just wondering,” he shrugged. “I mean, ah, there was a time when I thought the two of us, well, you know...”
“Right,” she winced sadly. “We work in different departments, and there would never be a supervisor relationship, so it wouldn’t have been an issue. That’s why Sienna and Theo are fine.”
“You do have access to my personnel file,” Steven pointed out.
“I already knew you watch porn and jack off in here on your lunch break,” Jane teased, sticking out her tongue.
“There’s nothing creepy in my file,” he rolled his eyes. “Anyway, Megan with I would be different? I mean, not that there’s anything happening.”
“Of course not,” Jane sighed. “You and Megan would have to disclose the relationship to HR. Any raises or promotions would be decided on by someone besides Megan. Same for any disciplinary action, if needed. She can fire you, you can’t fire her.”
“Even though she owns the company?” Steven frowned.
“She doesn’t, her father does,” Jane pointed out. “Also, the company is its own legal entity. Megan is an employee, just like you. So, yes, she’s bound by the policy. Sure, her father could change it for her, but that would be ill-advised. Megan might even be able to change the policy at Sphinx herself, since her father gave her full control. Still, terrible idea.”
“Irrelevant anyway, it’s not happening,” he gave Jane a tight smile.
“Yeah, sure,” she nodded. “I just stopped by to let you know the ice cream cake is in the freezer in the break room. You’re still gonna take lunch a few minutes early, right?”
“Yeah, so we can all set up,” he confirmed with a nod. “Are you okay, Jane? I’m here for you, you know. Even if we’re not a couple.”
“I’m fine,” Jane snapped before her face softened. “Sorry. Really, I’m okay. My sister and I are gonna grab dinner and see a movie after work. I’m just refusing to worry about the whole dating thing right now.”
“Okay...” Steven trailed off. “I’m here if you need anything, just let me know how I can help.”
“Thanks, bubba,” she smiled and gave him a quick hug, releasing him quickly so she didn’t completely melt into his arms.
After the awkward conversations, Steven lost himself in work. Well, he tried. His thoughts were a disjointed mess as he thought about Jane and Megan. Steven felt horrible about how things ended with Jane, but he knew that he had done everything he could. It just didn’t work out and they would have to stay friends.
As for Megan, he wasn’t sure. Was she stringing him along? Not really, they had agreed to terms. Steven was still shocked someone like Megan was even interested in him at all. He had to remind himself to stop thinking of her as some rich goddess. She was a human being. And his friend. And a fucking goddess. Steven decided to put off worrying about his romantic future and focus on helping Megan with whatever was troubling her.
The morning went by fairly quickly, with several work tasks serving as a great distraction. Steven had a meeting with Richard Lombardi, a staff accountant he used to work more closely with. The meeting took him until lunch, when he went to the break room to help the others set up.
“Surprise!” Theo, Sienna, Steven, Jane, Noah, and Leslie cheered and clapped when Camilla entered the decorated break room.
“Thank you, thank you,” the sexy Latina took a bow. “Balloons and streamers? You guys went all out.”
“We even brought gifts,” Steven added.
“Sienna wouldn’t let me put my name on hers,” Theo sighed heavily.
“You can do your own shopping,” Sienna giggled.
“Conner’s name is on ours,” Leslie reasoned with a shrug.
“You two are married, it’s different,” Sienna pointed out.
“Forget it, who cares,” Camilla said quickly, rushing toward the table. “Let’s focus on what’s important. Me!”
A few other Sphinx employees wished Camilla a happy birthday before going back to their lunch. Leslie put Conner on a video call so the group could sing. Ice cream cake was served while Noah teased Camilla about her age. Camilla was annoyed, but Leslie pointed out that twenty-five was still very young.
Camilla took a picture of herself holding up a fork laden with ice cream cake for her influencer account. She also made sure to get a shot of the pile of presents. People kept coming up to wish Camilla a happy birthday and she was loving the attention. She smiled and leaned forward when Logan Barrett came by to talk to her. Camilla twirled her hair while offering glimpses of her cleavage to the sexy English guy.
“Just drag him into the supply room already,” Noah snorted.
“Yum. What a present that would be,” Camilla husked, admiring Logan’s backside as he walked away. “You and Theo can guard the door.”
“Pass,” Theo spoke up.
“I’ll do it if I get a cut of the profits when you post on SeeMe,” Noah offered with a shrug.
“Ugh, pervert,” Sienna rolled her eyes.
“If I’m selling pics of my butt, I’m getting all the money,” Camilla stated firmly. “But, you’re welcome to subscribe.”
“Friends discount?” Noah waggled his eyebrows suggestively. “With benefits?”
“Not even in your dreams, buddy,” Camilla rolled her eyes.
“Noah probably already has a dozen different subscriptions to different models on that app,” Jane added.
“A guy has to get his feet pics somewhere,” Leslie shrugged.
“I’m ending the call before Noah makes things even weirder,” Conner’s voice came from his wife’s phone.
“Hey! Camilla made things dirty first,” Noah reasoned. “No need to make fun of me.”
“You were the one to suggest she drag Logan off for a nooner,” Sienna pointed out.
“I’ll do it if he’s willing,” Camilla declared. “How about you, Steven? Guard the door for me?”
“Yeah, no. Pass,” Steven laughed.
“Fine, how about you set me up with Nolan Reed instead?” the Latina asked, batting her eyelashes. “Please?”
“I met the guy once, I don’t have his number,” Steven shook his head. “And I’m not asking Megan.”
“Lame,” Camilla whined. “And you really didn’t get me a stripper?”
“No,” Sienna, Steven, Theo, and Leslie all said at once.
“I’m available,” Noah offered.
“Blech,” Jane fake-gagged.
“I’m hot,” Noah pointed out. “I have muscles, and my nose is mostly healed from the unfortunate zombie incident. I’m confident enough to wear a thong.”
“You’re Noah,” Sienna explained. “That’s just gross to think about.”
“I also don’t want to think about it,” Theo added.
“Agreed,” Leslie interjected.
“Are you sure, ladies?” Noah asked with an evil grin. “I even have a bad cop stripper outfit.”
“None of us needed to know that,” Conner said through the phone.
“Sadly, he’s not lying,” Theo winced. “He really has one.”
“No strippers,” Steven stated firmly.
“Guess you’ll be all alone tonight, Camilla,” Jane laughed. “I’m seeing a late movie with Molly, so I’m going right to bed when I get home.”
“Whatever,” Camilla grumbled. “Just remember, you girls are all coming out with me Saturday. No questions, no backing out.”
“I’m pregnant and can’t drink,” Leslie replied.
“And I’m kind of seeing someone, so I’m not looking to pick up a guy,” Sienna blushed slightly while Theo grinned widely.
“You’ll still have fun, I promise,” Camilla insisted. “More cock for Jane and me.”
“Ew,” Jane scrunched her nose.
“Please don’t take us to see male strippers,” Sienna made a face. “I don’t want some weird guy’s junk waving in my face.”
“Yet, you’re dating Theo,” Noah smirked.
“The activities are a surprise. You’ll find out,” the Latina grinned while Theo slugged Noah’s shoulder.
“I just want to make it clear that I’ve never waved my dick in Sienna’s face,” Theo mumbled.
“Not yet, anyway,” Sienna added with a wide grin.
The other three girls squealed, causing all four of them to break out into fits of giggles. When they calmed down, there was some more teasing about Sienna and Theo’s budding relationship. They both looked at each other with affection, and the others had no doubt they would become official very soon.
The group finished their cake before giving Camilla her presents. She got a gift card to get her nails done, a nice robe, a warm blanket, and a couple other gift cards for stores and restaurants. Noah included a picture of himself with his card; his grin turned to a frown when Camilla pretended to vomit upon seeing the image.
Leslie ended the call with Conner so that everyone could eat their actual lunch. Conversations flowed as they enjoyed what remained of their lunch hour. Camilla made a couple more posts, enduring the teasing about her influencer account. Then, a few minutes before they had to go back to work, Megan entered the break room.
“I just wanted to stop by and wish you a happy birthday, Camilla,” Megan smiled kindly.
“Thank you,” Camilla grinned.
“You’re welcome,” Megan responded. “Oh, by the way, I follow your Camporium influencer account. I tried the conditioner you recommended. Love it! It even keeps my long hair manageable.”
“I’m glad! Thank you so much!” Camilla gushed, turning in her seat to face Megan. “Your hair is beautiful, I wish I had the patience to keep mine that long. And the different braid every day shows dedication.”
“I wish my hair was as shiny as yours,” Megan replied. “But, yeah, it can suck having it this long. It takes forever to dry. Patience is definitely required.”
The five women exchanged hair care tips for a couple minutes before Megan made her exit. It took a couple minutes to clean up the break room and take down the signs. Then the seven friends went their separate ways to return to their jobs, with Camilla carrying her gifts and a couple of balloons.
Noah and Theo spent their afternoon managing the books for various clients of Sphinx, while Leslie monitored the various trends of the company bank accounts. Sienna paid the company’s utility bills, and Jane had to review some edits to the employee handbook. Camilla followed up on delinquent accounts, sending emails and making phone calls.
“Can I come in?” Megan asked, rapping her knuckles on the open door to Steven’s office.
“Hey! You do know how to knock!” Steven faced her with a grin on his face.
“Oh, bite me,” she giggled, entering and closing the door.
“Sure; where, and how hard?” he inquired with a wink.
“Now who’s being unprofessional in the workplace?” Megan countered, approaching his desk.
“I waited until you shut the door,” Steven reasoned with a shrug. “Anyway, how can I help you?”
“We’re still on for dinner tonight,” Megan began, placing her fingertips on his desk, “but I was wondering if I could book more time with you?”
“My usual rate is three hundred an hour,” he joked without missing a beat. “Fifteen hundred if you want me for the whole night.”
“Mm, cheeky,” she purred, reaching out to run her fingers along his jawline. His facial hair tickled her fingertips as she smirked. “I think I’m gonna call you on that; I want you for the whole night.”
“W-what?” he stammered, swallowing weakly.
“What happened to that confidence? Was it all talk?” Megan suggested with a raised eyebrow.
“No, not at all!” Steven insisted. “I, ah, just wasn’t expecting that.”
“Still can’t accept that I like you, I see,” she sighed. “Well, anyway, I just got off the phone. I called Beatrice to talk to Carter.”
“Beatrice is the nanny?” he inquired.
“Yeah, she was actually my nanny first,” Megan explained. “Anyway, I also pestered Nell at work.”
“Okay...” Steven trailed off, unsure of where this was going.
“I just asked Nell if she wanted to hang out with Carter after work,” Megan explained. “Next thing I knew, Nell and Carter were planning a sleepover. So, she’s gonna pick him up after work and they’ll eat junk food and watch movies at her place.”
“You’re asking me to spend the night?” Steven questioned nervously. “Like, actually spend the night?”
“We can swing by your place before dinner so you can grab some stuff,” she shrugged. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. I mean, I know I’m amazing, but if you have other things to do, your loss.”
“I just thought we were gonna let things happen naturally,” he pointed out. “Of course I want to, I just know we’re not friends with benefits, not really.”
“And who said I wanted to have sex tonight?” Megan inquired, towering over him with a glint in her eye.
“Uh ... well ... I thought...” Steven mumbled stupidly.
“You’re so easy to wind up,” she laughed, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “Okay, no more jokes. I need a friend tonight and I need to relax. Nell is taking Carter, and you’re gonna be my friend. Maybe sex will happen, maybe it won’t. What will definitely happen is that we’ll talk about our feelings and all that crap.”
“That started out elegant,” he chuckled.
“I have a way with words,” Megan shrugged. “And if we do have sex, I don’t think it’s a good idea for Carter to see me spending the night with a guy I’m not dating. We avoided it last time for a reason. I’m not at all ashamed, and if anything, you might actually be too good for me. It’s just that Carter is six, and you aren’t my boyfriend.”
Steven took a few moments to gather his thoughts while digesting what Megan had said. He reminded himself that Megan was not Jane, the heiress was willing to talk about what was bothering her. Unlike Jane, Megan was letting him in. That meant more to him than anything else.
“I don’t think anyone is too good for anyone else, not really. People connect, or they don’t,” Steven shrugged. “Either way, I’d love to spend some more time with my good friend.”
“Take your own advice and stop worrying about my bank account,” Megan winked.
The two of them talked for a couple more minutes before getting back to work. Megan had a meeting with Logan while Steven combed over financial reports. Nell sent Steven a few texts, advising him to take good care of Megan. There were only a couple of sexual innuendos in the blonde’s comments.
Everyone wished Camilla a happy birthday one last time at the end of the day. Then people started splitting off as they made their way to the subway. Megan looped her arm through Steven’s, leading him toward her expensive red sports car. They didn’t notice Jane watching them sadly.
“I was expecting to watch you devour a cheeseburger,” Steven commented, gesturing with his fork toward Megan’s grilled chicken as they sat in the upscale restaurant. “Or maybe some nachos.”
“Are you calling me fat?” Megan gasped, looking at him with her mouth gaping.
“No, no!” he replied quickly. “I just know you like greasy food after a tough day.”
“Hm, well,” she gave him an appraising look, “pro tip; commenting on a girl’s eating habits isn’t the best way to get her to drop her panties.”
“Pro tip?” Steven questioned with a raised brow. “You have a lot of experience getting a lady out of her underwear?”
“Not personally, but I’ve seen plenty of guys manage it,” Megan shrugged, sipping her wine. “And suggesting the girl eats junk food was never a successful move.”
“I’m just enjoying a meal with my friend,” he reasoned. “Plus, you know your body is perfect. You don’t need me to tell you.”
“Even a bitch like me can be susceptible to flattery,” she argued.
“You’re not a bitch,” Steven rolled his eyes.
“I know some trust fund guys who would strongly disagree,” Megan giggled.
“Fuck ‘em,” he said vehemently.
“I wouldn’t, that was their problem,” she snorted.
Steven and Megan kept the conversation light during dinner, mainly just making small talk. When the bill came, Steven convinced Megan to let him pay with the argument that she shouldn’t pay every time just because she was rich. She thought it was cute.
“Such a gentleman,” Megan smiled, giving him a quick peck on the lips when he held her door open for her after leaving the restaurant.
They made a quick stop at Steven’s place so he could pack an overnight bag, then Megan drove them to her townhouse. She pulled the car into the garage and led Steven through the amazing home. With high ceilings and beautiful floors, the house was a perfect mix of modern and historic. The heiress watched as Steven entered a guest room and placed his overnight bag on the bed.
“What?” Steven asked, looking over at Megan as she leaned against the door frame and watched him with a bemused expression.
“Really? The guest room?” she smirked.
“Well, I wasn’t gonna assume anything,” he explained. “Besides, we agreed we’re buddies.”
“Fuck buddies?” Megan offered with a giggle.
“Buddies who are open to encounters happening on occasion,” Steven replied.
The two of them stared at each other for a few moments, neither sure of what to say. They both knew they were acting like friends with benefits, even if they refused to use the label. Megan knew it wasn’t what Steven really wanted. He kept telling himself that this was different, Megan cared about him and was willing to share her feelings. Something that was especially different for the strong, lonely woman. Steven was still intimidated by her status, but he couldn’t help wishing for a real relationship.
“Well, even if we don’t have any encounters, I’d still like to fall asleep and wake up next to someone I trust and care for,” Megan said, suddenly looking very vulnerable.
Steven felt his shoulders relax, tension he didn’t even realize he had melting away. How many times had he wished he could just fall asleep holding someone he cared for? It had happened once with Megan already, but they had to wake up early so Carter wouldn’t know. Addison and Jane never wanted to spend the night with him. Friends or lovers, what he had with Megan was very different from anything he had experienced before.
“I could never say no to that,” he smiled reassuringly.
Entering the master bedroom, Steven once more marveled at the elegance. Knowing this was once the room of one of the most famous female pop stars on the planet only added to the awe he felt. The bedroom was huge and well-decorated; it had a private bathroom and its own small terrace.
Steven took out his work clothes for the next day before pulling out a pair of lounge pants and a t-shirt. Taking off her heels, Megan removed the hair ties holding her braid in place and shook out her long, raven locks. She pulled her hair back into a simple ponytail that almost fell to her butt, then grabbed something comfortable to wear.
Trying to be a gentleman, Steven turned his back to Megan so she could change in relative privacy. The heiress had other ideas, circling around to stand in front of Steven with a smirk on her face. They watched each other while slowly removing their clothes. Megan was soon down to a dark blue bra and a pair of light pink panties. Steven was wearing black boxer briefs with an obvious tent caused by his erection.