I found myself dressed in borrowed pajamas made of soft cotton. Which is to say, literally put in them by her after also being toweled off… as if I'd gained a new attendant in this world. Not that I've missed the fussing of any of my old ones too terribly.
The hours after that were composed of sitting on the couch with the CEO wrapped around me from behind. Like I'd acquired a very *dedicated* servant whose sole purpose was keeping my back warm and arms occupied with touches and rubs.
Every time I repositioned, she did the same. When I reached for the remote on the coffee table, her arms loosened just enough to allow the movement before tightening again the moment I returned.
> It's... nice. In a way that makes me want to complain just to maintain some dignity. <
"You don't have to be here all day. I'm fine."
"I'm not. Do you actually think I should go out and speak with others right now?"
