I stared at Eli, my mind struggling to process what he was suggesting. “Wait... you’d want to see Saf and me together? With you?”

Eli’s eyes gleamed with excitement. “Why not? You’ve been with both of us separately. Imagine how hot it would be with both of us at once.”

The thought sent a shiver down my spine – not of disgust, but of unexpected arousal. Before I could respond, the bathroom door swung open again. Eli quickly pressed a finger to his lips and slipped out of the stall, leaving me alone to collect myself.

I took a deep breath, adjusted my clothes, and waited a minute before following. When I emerged, Eli was nowhere to be seen. My head was spinning, only partly from the alcohol. I made my way back to our table where Dom was looking concerned.

“Where the hell have you been?” he asked. Sorry, I said. I got caught up with a friend in the toilets.

“Got caught up with a friend?” Dom’s eyebrow arched skeptically. “You were gone for ages. We were about to send a search party.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, sliding back into my seat and grabbing my drink. My mind was still reeling from what had just happened in that bathroom stall.

Jackie leaned across the table. “Your ‘friend’ wouldn’t happen to be that gorgeous local who just walked out of the bathroom a minute before you, would it?” She winked knowingly.

I felt my face flush hot. “Maybe.”

Dom burst out laughing. “Unbelievable! You’re like a magnet for hot guys here.”

I took a long swig of my drink, desperately needing the alcohol to steady my nerves. The music thumped around us as I scanned the club, looking for either Eli or Saf. I spotted them chatting at the end of the bar. Jackie grabbed me and told me I had to dance to this song.

I was trying to focus on the music and not on the two men at the bar who had both been inside me within the past week. The absurdity of the situation hit me all at once, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Jackie shouted over the music.

“Nothing,” I yelled back. “Just having a good time!”

As we danced, I kept stealing glances toward the bar. Eli and Saf were deep in conversation, their heads close together. At one point, Eli looked over in my direction and whispered something to Saf, who turned to look at me. My stomach dropped as Saf’s eyes met mine across the crowded dance floor.

Instead of anger or jealousy, Saf’s face broke into a wide smile. He raised his glass slightly in my direction, a subtle acknowledgment that excited me.

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and fragmented memories of the night before. Dom was still asleep in the other bedroom, and I could hear his gentle snoring through the wall. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and scrolled through my messages, trying to piece together how we’d gotten home.

There was a text from Jackie: “You boys were WASTED! Hope you got back safe. Breakfast tomorrow?”

Then I noticed a WhatsApp notification from an unsaved number. I opened it and nearly dropped my phone.

“This is Saf. Eli gave me your number. We should talk. Both of us would like to see you.”

The events in the club bathroom came flooding back in vivid detail. Eli. The stall. His revelation about Saf being his husband. My stomach did a nervous flip as I read the message again.

I dragged myself out of bed and went to relieve myself in the bathroom. I took two Panadol to help with the headache.

As I stood in the bathroom, staring at my reflection in the mirror, my phone buzzed again. Another message from Saf: “We’re having breakfast at Café Organic in an hour. Join us if you’re feeling up to it.”

I splashed cold water on my face, trying to clear my head. The prospect of sitting across from both men I’d slept with—who happened to be married to each other—was both terrifying and strangely exciting. What the hell was I getting myself into?

I heard Dom stirring in his room. “Alex?” he called out, his voice rough with sleep. “You alive?”

“Barely,” I replied, stepping out of the bathroom. “Coffee?”

Dom appeared in the doorway of his room, hair sticking up in all directions. “God, yes. What time did we get back last night?”

“No idea,” I admitted, moving to the kitchen.

While I started the coffee maker, I stared at Saf’s message. My head pounded with each beep of the machine. Meeting them both together, in public... The thought made my stomach flutter with nervous energy.

“We need to stop drinking so much,” Dom groaned, collapsing onto a barstool. “I’m getting too old for this.”

I pushed my phone across the counter toward him. “Take a look at this.”

Dom squinted at the screen, his hungover brain taking a moment to process. His eyes widened. “Holy shit, Alex. Is this the guy from your first day here?”

“Yep. And get this—he’s married to the massage therapist I told you about.”

Dom’s jaw dropped. “The one you fucked in the bathroom last night? And they both want to see you? Together?” He let out a low whistle. “That’s messed up,” he said.

“Messed up?” I laughed, despite my pounding headache. “Maybe, but also... kind of hot?”

Dom shook his head, a smirk forming on his lips. “Only you could end up in this situation, Alex. So... are you going to meet them?”

I stared at the coffee machine as it sputtered out the last drops of our much-needed caffeine. Was I? My body was saying yes even as my rational mind raised red flags about the complications of getting involved with a married couple.

“I think I am,” I decided, pouring coffee into two mugs. Let’s see how this plays out.”

Dom accepted his coffee with a grateful nod. “This holiday is turning out to be way more entertaining than I expected. Just... be careful, yeah?”

“Always am,” I replied, though we both knew that wasn’t true. 30 minutes later, I was on the back of a Gojek bike to meet Saf and Eli.

I arrived at the Cafe and I spotted Saf, he waved me over. I was a bit worried about meeting you guys together I told him.

“I get it,” Saf said with a warm smile. “But don’t worry. We both wanted to talk to you.”

My heart was racing as I sat down, feeling like I’d walked into some kind of trap despite Saf’s reassuring tone. I glanced around the café, half expecting to see Eli jumping out to confront me.

“Eli is finishing a morning client and will be home soon,” Saf explained, as if reading my mind.

I nodded, trying to appear casual while my mind raced with questions. “So... you two are married?”

Saf’s smile widened. “Three years now. We met at a resort where I was teaching swimming and Eli was doing massage therapy.”

A server approached, and I was just about to order coffee, “Listen, Saf said, how about you come back to our place for a coffee?” Eli will meet us there soon.

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Sure, that sounds good.”

Saf paid for his coffee and led me outside where his scooter was parked. “You can ride with me,” he offered, handing me a spare helmet.

My hangover was still pounding in my temples, but the thought of wrapping my arms around Saf’s muscular body was too tempting to pass up. I climbed on behind him, placing my hands tentatively on his waist.

“Hold tighter,” he instructed with a laugh. “I don’t want you falling off.”

I slid my arms around his torso, feeling the firm muscles beneath his thin t-shirt. As we zipped through the morning traffic, the warmth of his body against mine and the vibration of the scooter between my legs stirred memories of our encounter that first day.

Their home was a small cottage about 15 minutes away.

Their home was tucked away down a quiet lane, surrounded by tropical plants that provided privacy and shade. As Saf pulled the scooter to a stop, I felt a mix of nervousness and excitement building in my stomach.

“Welcome to our home,” Saf said, removing his helmet and gesturing toward the modest but well-maintained cottage. “It’s not fancy, but it’s ours.”

I followed him up a stone pathway to the front door, taking in the beautiful garden with its colorful flowers and small Buddha statue. The cottage had a distinctly Balinese style with its wooden accents and thatched roof, but there were modern touches too.

“This is lovely,” I said, genuinely impressed by their home.

Saf unlocked the door and led me inside. The interior was cool and tastefully decorated with a mix of traditional Balinese art and contemporary furniture. Large window doors let the light in and opened to a private pool area.

“Please, sit down,” Saf said, gesturing toward a comfortable-looking sofa. “I’ll make coffee. How do you take it?”

“Black, no sugar,” I replied, trying to sound casual while my mind raced with questions.

As Saf disappeared into the kitchen, I took the opportunity to look around their home more carefully. Photos of Saf and Eli adorned the walls—them on a beach, hiking up what looked like a volcano, and one that was clearly from their wedding. They looked genuinely happy together, which only made this situation more confusing to me.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Saf’s voice startled me as he returned with two steaming mugs. “That was our wedding day in Ubud.”

“You guys look really happy,” I said, accepting the coffee gratefully. The rich aroma helped clear my hangover fog a little.

The front door opened, and Eli stepped through smiling.

Eli’s eyes met mine, and I saw a flicker of recognition followed by a warm smile that sent a shiver down my spine. He was dressed casually in shorts and a tight-fitting t-shirt that accentuated his muscular physique.

“Alex, you made it,” he said, crossing the room to join us. He leaned down to give Saf a quick kiss before sitting beside him on the loveseat across from me.

I shifted uncomfortably on the sofa, feeling suddenly like I was in an interview with both men assessing me. “So... this is a bit awkward,” I said, deciding to address the elephant in the room.

Eli laughed, the sound rich and genuine. “Only if we make it awkward. We wanted to talk to you because we both enjoyed our time with you.”

Saf nodded in agreement, his hand resting casually on Eli’s thigh. I’m not sure if Saf told you, Eli continued, but he loves watching other men fuck me.

I nearly choked on my coffee. The blunt admission hung in the air between us, and I felt heat rise to my face. Saf’s eyes were fixed on me, gauging my reaction, while Eli looked on with that same mischievous smile I’d seen in the club bathroom.

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It had probably been a week into my holiday, Dom had arrived yesterday, and couldn’t believe how beautiful the villa was, especially the private pool. We’d been friends for a long time, so swimming and sunbaking naked in front of each other wasn’t a big deal; we both knew we weren’t each other’s type. We had a private pool, so why not take advantage of the privacy?

We were on Bali time now, so we got up when we wanted, wandered up the road for breakfast at the corner cafe, and then back to the villa for a swim - what a life.

We decided that afternoon, after our 4th or 5th bintang, that tonight would be a good night to check out the gay bars in Seminyak. I sent a text to Jackie to tell her our plans. I knew she and her friends would want to come out as well.

About 8 pm, we decided to head up to where the restaurants and clubs were and get something to eat and drink before heading to the gay bars. We found this quirky little bar on one of the corners of Jalan Camplung Tanduk. People were standing around singing karaoke; they had a pool table and sold food as well.

We started drinking, and Dom started to chat with some other Aussies who were singing karaoke, so we joined them for a few songs. After ordering some satay chicken, rice paper rolls, and mee goreng to share, it was time to head to the clubs.

We arrived at Mixwell, one of the most popular gay bars in Seminyak. The music was pumping, and the place was packed with a mix of tourists and locals. Lights flashed across the dance floor, and go-go boys were dancing on the bar top.

“This is more like it,” Dom said, practically shouting over the music.

Jackie and her friends arrived about twenty minutes after us, already tipsy from their own pre-drinks. We found a corner table large enough for all of us and ordered a round of cocktails.

“To Bali!” Jackie shouted, raising her glass. We all clinked glasses, and I felt that familiar warmth of vacation happiness wash over me.

The night progressed in a blur of drinks, dancing, and laughter. I found myself on the dance floor, moving to the beat with a cute Indonesian guy who looked very familiar. He moved up close to me and said, you don’t recognise me? Oh fuck, it was Saf, the guy I had sex with the very first day I arrived in Bali.

“Saf!” I exclaimed, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement wash over me. “I didn’t recognise you without your uniform.”

He smiled, his perfect white teeth gleaming under the flashing club lights. “You look different, too. More relaxed.” His hands found my hips as we continued to dance, our bodies moving closer together.

“That’s what vacation does to you,” I replied, my voice raised to be heard over the thumping music.

Saf leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “And maybe what I did to you helped a little?”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks that had nothing to do with the crowded dance floor. “Definitely helped,” I admitted, remembering our intense encounter on my first day.

We danced for a couple more songs, our bodies gravitating closer with each beat. The alcohol in my system made everything feel dreamlike— I made my way back to my friends after Saf said he was with someone.

The club was getting more crowded by the minute. I watched Saf disappear into the throng of dancing bodies, feeling a twinge of disappointment that our moment had ended so quickly. Back at our table, Dom was deep in conversation with a tall European man, while Jackie and her friends were taking selfies with their cocktails.

“There you are!” Dom shouted over the music when he spotted me. “Who was that hot guy you were dancing with?”

I grinned, sliding back into my seat. “Remember that massage therapist I told you about? The one from my first day here?”

Dom’s eyes widened. “No way! That was him? Damn, you weren’t exaggerating about how sexy he was.”

“Trust me, if anything, I undersold it,” I replied, taking a swig of my drink.

As the night wore on, the drinks kept flowing. At some point, I looked over to the other side of the room and thought I saw another familiar face. There’s no way that both of the guys that I had met on Grindr were here on the same night.

I squinted through the flashing lights and moving bodies. The familiar face across the room definitely belonged to Eli, the massage therapist who’d given me that unforgettable “special” treatment. He was standing at the bar, laughing with a group of friends. Our eyes met briefly, and I saw recognition flash across his face before he offered a small, private smile.

“What are you staring at?” Dom asked, following my gaze.

“Another, uh, acquaintance,” I admitted, feeling a blush creep up my neck.

Dom’s eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? How many local guys have you hooked up with already?”

“Just two,” I defended myself, taking another sip of my drink. “It’s not my fault, Bali is full of gorgeous men who happen to find me attractive.”

Dom laughed, clapping me on the shoulder. “Living your best life.”

I made my way to the toilets to take a leak. I was just about to leave when Eli came up to me.

“Alex,” Eli smiled, his dark eyes sparkling in the dim light of the bathroom. “I didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

“Same,” I replied, feeling a flutter in my stomach as he moved closer. “Small island, I guess.”

Eli leaned against the wall, blocking my path to the door. His body language was relaxed but deliberate. “You didn’t message me again after our... appointment,” he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

“I’ve been busy,” I explained, feeling slightly guilty. “My friend arrived, and we’ve been catching up.”

“The friend at your table?” Eli asked, his eyes studying my face. “He’s handsome, too.”

I laughed. “Dom? Yeah, but we’re just friends. Known each other forever.”

Eli nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. He leaned in and kissed me, pushing me back into the toilets. We found an empty cubicle at the end of the row, my back was pressed against the wall as Eli’s mouth claimed mine.

His kiss was hungry, demanding, so different from the measured control he’d shown during my massage. I responded instantly, my hands finding his waist, pulling him closer.

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I had been in Bali for a few days now, and I loved how relaxing it was. I had found this little cafe just at the top of the narrow road our villa was located on; they made great coffee and breakfast food, and it was so affordable. For what these places charged back home, I could practically live in this café for a week.

I had been chatting with a couple of friends who were staying in Legian at one of the large resorts there, and was going to catch up with them later that afternoon.

“Meet at Legian Beach Resort at 4?” read the latest text from Jackie. “First round’s on me.”

I typed back a quick confirmation, then pocketed my phone. I had a few hours to kill before heading over to Legian. Perhaps another massage was in order. The one I had yesterday at a small parlor near the beach had been divine, though the masseur had been strictly professional. Not like that encounter I’d had last year at XXL Spa in another part of Seminyak where things had taken a decidedly more intimate turn.

I paid my bill—still marveling at how little it cost—and started walking up the road. I need to work off some of those breakfast calories. I wandered around and looked at a few of the shops selling T-shirts and souvenirs.

As I was browsing through a rack of colorful sarongs, my phone buzzed with a notification. Grindr. I glanced around instinctively before checking it, an old habit from back home that I didn’t really need here in the relative freedom of Seminyak.

The profile showed a handsome Balinese man, early thirties with a dazzling smile that immediately caught my attention. “Eli” was the name, and he was only 200 meters away.

“Hello handsome. New to Bali?” the message read.

My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment. I hadn’t really planned on hooking up today, but those plans could certainly change. The man was gorgeous, and I was on vacation after all.

“Been here a few days,” I typed back. “You local?”

The reply came almost instantly: “Yes, born and raised in Bali”. I’m working now, but would love to catch up later tonight.

“What time are you free?” I asked, suddenly intrigued by the possibility of meeting this handsome local before joining my friends.

“I finish at 8. Where are you staying?”

I hesitated for a moment before sharing my villa location. “I’m in a private villa off Jalan Drupadi.”

“Perfect,” Eli replied. “I know that area well. Send me the exact address later?”

I agreed, feeling that familiar flutter of anticipation in my stomach. The prospect of having this gorgeous man in my villa tonight had me reconsidering how late I should stay out with my friends.

I continued browsing the shops, picking up a few small souvenirs for colleagues back home. The heat was intensifying as midday approached, and I decided to head back to the villa for a swim before meeting Jackie and the others.

As I turned to walk back to the villa, I noticed an interesting sign pointing down an alleyway. Dr Men Spa had the familiar rainbow colours on the sign that you would expect to see for enticing gay men in for a massage.

I decided to check it out and wandered down the alley. I arrived at an open gated entrance, I walked inside, and was greeted by a beautiful trans woman. She asked me to have a seat and then came over with a menu with all the different options of massages available. I decided on a 1-hour Balinese sexy massage, unsure of what that exactly entailed.

The receptionist called my name, and I followed her through a doorway into a dimly lit room with soothing music playing. The décor was a mix of traditional Balinese elements with modern touches—dark wood, fragrant incense, and crisp white linens on the massage table.

“Please undress and lie face down,” she instructed, gesturing to a small basket for my clothes. “Your masseur will be here in a few minutes.”

I did as instructed, arranging myself on the table with the small towel covering my ass. The air conditioning was set perfectly, making the room cool enough to be comfortable but not chilly. I closed my eyes, already feeling the tension melting away.

A soft knock preceded the door opening. “Hello, I am Eli. I will be your masseur today.”

My eyes flew open. I twisted my head to look at the man entering the room; it was the same guy I had been talking with on Grindr.

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Alex Pov

At last, I was on the way to Tullamarine Airport for a well-earned break. Work had been relentless for the past few months, with new clients coming on board at the website/marketing company I worked at. Keeping up with their demands with a team of five staff had been difficult, but worth it.

My boss Steven had given me the time off when a friend told me he was going to Bali and asked if I wanted to join him. Dom was gay as well, and we had been friends for over 20 years, meeting at an IT company we both worked at in Melbourne CBD.

I was going over first, then Dom was following 5 days later; he had work commitments until then. We had booked a Villa in Seminyak, and I couldn’t wait to get there and relax.

Sitting at the airport, I’d just asked for a glass of champagne to start the holiday off on the right foot.

The bubbles tickled my throat as I took that first sip of champagne, signaling the official start of my holiday. God, I needed this. The airport bustled around me, families with children, business people tapping furiously on laptops, but none of it mattered. For the next two weeks, my only responsibility was to myself.

“Flight VA-95 to Denpasar is now boarding,” the announcement cut through my thoughts.

I gathered my carry-on and headed toward the gate. The familiar pre-flight excitement tingled in my stomach—or maybe that was just the champagne on an empty stomach. Seminyak was calling, with its beach clubs, gorgeous men, and blessed anonymity.

As I settled into my seat, I pulled out my phone for one last scroll through Grindr. I’d already updated my profile with “Australian in Bali, looking for fun.

6 hours later, and we were getting close to landing, I couldn’t wait to step out into the heat, something that had been missing in Melbourne for the past 6 months.

The plane’s descent brought a shift in cabin pressure that popped my ears. Through the small oval window, I caught my first glimpse of Bali—lush greenery and sprawling resorts dotting the coastline. My skin prickled with anticipation.

Landing was smooth, and as the plane taxied to the gate, I unbuckled the seatbelt and stretched my legs. My muscles ached from being cramped in economy class, but the discomfort couldn’t dampen my spirits. I thought of the massages that were legendary in Bali.

I’d been here before, so I knew of a couple of gay massage spas I would be visiting. I’d chosen comfort clothes for the flight—loose-fitting shorts and a thin cotton t-shirt that would work well when I stepped into Bali’s humidity.

The cabin doors opened, and a wave of hot air rushed in. I gathered my belongings and joined the slow shuffle toward the exit. A flight attendant flashed a practiced smile. “Enjoy your stay in Bali”, he said. I certainly intend to, I told him.

The new immigration system seemed to be working well, just pop your passport onto the scanner and you are through. I was on Bali time now. No deadlines, no clients demanding last-minute changes to their websites, no Steven breathing down my neck about metrics and KPIs. Just sun, cocktails, and hopefully some company that didn’t require small talk about SEO strategies.

I pulled out my phone and switched off airplane mode, connecting to the airport WiFi. After picking up my luggage, I walked out to where all the taxis and resort pickup cars were waiting.

I wandered around looking for my name and soon found it. I waved at the guy who came around and took my suitcase. I followed him out to where he had the car waiting, next stop Villa Asri.

The car ride was a sensory explosion after the recycled air of the plane. As we navigated through Bali’s chaotic traffic, I rolled down the window, letting the hot, fragrant air rush over my face. The scent of incense mixed with motorbike exhaust and tropical flowers created that unmistakable Bali perfume I’d missed.

“First time in Bali?” the driver asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.

“No, my third visit actually,” I replied, watching as we passed crowded warungs and tourists on scooters. “Can’t get enough of this place.”

The driver nodded approvingly. “You know good places then. Seminyak is very nice. Many tourists like you.”

I smiled, understanding the subtle implication. Seminyak had a reputation as being gay-friendly, which was precisely why we had booked a villa in this area.

Arriving at the Villa at the end of a narrow road, I was met by the owner with the keys. She gave me a quick tour of the Villa, and then at last I was on my own.

The first course of action was to jump into that private pool, no clothes required since I was here by myself.

The cool water was a heavenly shock against my sun-starved skin. I floated on my back, eyes closed against the brilliant Balinese sun, feeling my travel tension dissolve into the water. The villa’s high walls ensured complete privacy—a luxury I rarely experienced back home.

“Fucking paradise,” I murmured to myself, running wet hands through my hair.

After a leisurely swim, I pulled myself out of the pool and dripped my way to one of the sunbeds. No need for a towel yet; the tropical heat would dry me in minutes. I stretched out, feeling the warmth seep into my muscles, and reached for my phone. Time to see what—or who—might be on offer in the neighborhood.

The Grindr grid lit up with an impressive array of profiles. Tourists from across Europe and Asia, a smattering of Australians, and local men, surprising for what is meant to be a pretty anti-LGBTQI+ country.

I knew Bali was different, having been here a few times, and I’ve come to know that most people in Bali are gay-friendly. There are plenty of drag artists performing in restaurants and bars in Bali, as well as a few gay bars in Seminyak.

The familiar Grindr notification sounded, and a hot Indonesian guy who was only 60 meters away popped up on my screen. Hi, he said, I’m at the wellness centre and you are very close, can I come by for a visit?

Wow, things certainly happen fast in Bali; that would be a first, getting a fuck in the first couple of hours of stepping into the country. I told him where to come and to give me 30 mins…..I needed prep time.

I rushed to the bathroom, eager to freshen up before my unexpected visitor arrived. The shower was spacious with sleek stone tiles, exactly what I’d hoped for when booking the villa. I turned on the water, letting it cascade over my body, washing away the airplane grime and sweat.

After a thorough cleaning inside and out, I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked back to the bedroom. The air conditioning had cooled the room to a perfect temperature. I looked through my suitcase for something casual yet flattering – settling on a pair of loose shorts and a thin tank top that showed off my gym-toned arms.

My phone pinged with another message: “I’m close. Send location pin?”

I sent the exact location and checked myself in the mirror. Not bad for a man pushing fifty, I thought, running fingers through my still-damp hair. I poured myself a glass of Rosé that I bought in Duty-Free in Australia, I had a sip, and the doorbell rang.

My heart raced as I took another sip of the wine. This was impulsive even for me, inviting a complete stranger to the villa within hours of arriving. But isn’t that what holidays were for? Breaking routines, taking risks?

The doorbell chimed again. I placed my glass down and walked to the entrance, adjusting my tank top before pulling the door open.

Standing before me was a vision that made my mouth go dry. The man was shorter than me, early thirties perhaps, with smooth bronze skin that glistened under the afternoon sun. His dark eyes met mine with a confidence that sent a jolt through my body.

“Alex?” he asked, his accent lilting over my name in a way that sounded like a caress.

“That’s me,” I replied, stepping back to let him in. “And you’re...”

“Saf,” he said, walking past me into the Villa, “can I get you something to drink Saf? I asked. Just water, he said. I’ve got to go back to work after this.

I took in the sight of Saf, standing in my villa. He wore a simple uniform with the wellness center logo embroidered on the pocket. His jawline was sharp, with just the right amount of stubble, and his full lips curved into a knowing smile.

“So, you’re on holiday?” Saf asked as I handed him a glass of water.

“Just arrived today,” I replied, watching as he took a sip, his throat moving in a smooth swallow. “Five days to myself before my friend joins me.”

Saf’s eyes darted around the villa, taking in the private pool visible through the glass doors. “Nice place. Very... private.”

The way he emphasized that last word sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine. I moved closer, the alcohol in the rose giving me a little courage.

“I’m on my break,” Saf explained, placing his water glass on the table, “I’m a Massage therapist, I just finished with a client and saw you pop up on the app.”

“Lucky timing,” I said, leaning against the kitchen counter. The villa suddenly felt smaller with his presence, charged with potential. Saf moved towards me with a sexy smile on his face. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I returned his kiss and opened my mouth to feel his tongue, wanting to explore.

His tongue was skilled, exploring my mouth with confidence while strong hands slid around my waist. I moaned softly, tasting mint on Saf’s breath as our kiss deepened. The Indonesian man’s body pressed against me, solid and warm through the thin fabric of his uniform.

“I’ve got forty minutes before I need to get back,” Saf whispered against my ear, his accent making the simple statement sound impossibly erotic. “Let me show you what a proper Bali welcome feels like.”

I felt myself being guided backward toward the bedroom, Saf’s hands already pushing up my tank top, exposing my chest to the cool air-conditioned room. The contrast between the cool air and Saf’s hot palms made goosebumps rise on his skin.

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