The pool room’s restaurant was dimly lit. There was classical music playing in the background while the two men devoured their food. The two had stopped by Charles' room to dry off before heading straight back down to get some food. They were still in their swimsuits, but neither of them cared. They were surrounded by well-dressed waiters and stuck out like sore thumbs, but the only thing Fred wanted to do was keep checking Charles out.
He couldn't believe how fit he was in person. He would have kept staring if Charles hadn't broken the silence. "How's the food?" Charles asked. "You seem a bit distracted."
"No, I'm okay. Just a bit thirsty." Fred swallowed hard as he licked the back of his lips. Truthfully, he was feeling hotter than usual. He knew that being a woman would come with new sensations, and yet he wasn't expecting to be so turned on at just staring at Charles.
The way his pectoral muscles glistened earlier with water made him want to scream. Fred bit his lower lip and poked at the remains of his salmon before feeling the warmth intensifying.
He could feel Charles' leg touching his. Fred didn't mind - the touch was sensual, and while he couldn't help but fantasize, he wanted the fantasy to become reality.
It might have been too soon, but he remembered his purpose for stealing his stepdaughter's body and leaned forward. He could see Charles' eyes briefly glancing at his cleavage before darting away.
"It's okay," Fred playfully said. "You can stare."
"I want you to stare," Fred said. "Not many guys have been able to gain the courage to talk to me. You're the first. My first."
Charles blinked. "You know," he said before reaching for a napkin. "I thought I wasn't ready to date again, but there was something in your eyes earlier that made me change my mind." He leaned forward. "Maybe this is just for a few hours. Maybe we can enjoy each other for now."
Fred swallowed hard. He glanced at Charles' thick fingers and realized that he had a golden ring on it. His heart literally dropped. But he knew there was something special between the two of them. The two hadn't paid attention to anyone else around them, and their eyes were glued to each other like magnets. "You're married?"
"I was," he said in a low voice. "She passed away a while ago." Fred's eyes were starting to tear up, but he immediately snapped out of it when Charles laughed. "It's fine. I'm over it - but now that I'm speaking to you?" He reached out a held Fred's hand with a gentle squeeze. "I feel comfortable. I actually feel comfortable talking to you..."
Fred smiled and thought about it some more. Obviously, a death in any family was a major deal. While he still wanted to get laid, he figured that he owed it to Charles to talk about it. The man visibly looked like he needed somebody to talk to. "Dinner's basically over - why don't we go up to your room? I'd love to know more about your wife." Charles studied his eyes for what felt like an eternity before paying and leading the way.