Algorithm

Chapter 8

Although, since I'd been with Sascha, he'd always been well kept. And when I first met him, his age was something that surprised me. He looked as if he was in his early thirties at best, not his early forties. But age didn't bother me. What was it that people said? Age is just a number? Well it was to me, and the fifteen year age gap between Sascha and myself mattered not to me but others.

I closed my eyes for a second and with a small smile to my lips, stretched my body out, humming as I did so. I felt so relaxed, so at ease with being here and well, this place was like heaven.

The man of my dreams out on the balcony, having just had some of the best sex of our relationship, while I led in the bed of our debauching, awaiting his return.

While I listened to that sexy, silky voice, I grabbed my phone from the side table and started scrolling through my phone to see if I had any messages. Of course, I'd gotten a couple since last looking at my phone, mostly business, and some from friends and family.

The one that stood out to me was the one from Sven, in his typical fashion, it read;

Hope you've landed in Germany safely, probably won't get an answer though, letting lover boy take...you know what I don't even want to think about that. Call me when you get some time, luv ya lil sis! - Sven

I giggled at how close to the truth he really was and texted back.

We've already done that ;) I'll phone you when I get the chance, little busy with business stuff, you wouldn't understand. Luv you too big bro! - Sofie

Sven and I's relationships for siblings was a close one. I guess that is something that comes when you lose your mother at such a young age as we did. Sure, we have this argumentative attitude towards each other, this teasing side that brother and sisters have, but I think that's what makes our relationship special.

As I thought about my brother, my phone vibrated in my hands with yet another text. It was Anton.

Hey, Sofie, it's Anton. Just wanted to say good luck for your business venture and can't wait to have you back in the office. ;) x

I cringed at the sight of the wink and kiss at the end, throwing my phone down on the messy bed and leaving it for another day. I was glad to be away from him and the office for while, I just don't know if I could of handled being there any longer. So really this "business venture" was an escape from the devil reincarnated.

Stretching once again with a yawn, I got my feet and grabbed my silk gown from my half unpacked suitcase, wrapping it around my body. I thought that I'd go and see what Sascha was up to, after he'd left to take a very long phone call.

When I got outside, he was still chatting along in German, which I failed to understand apart from the odd "ja". He saw me and smiled up, grabbing my hand and pulling me into his lap. I gladly obliged and slotted in perfectly, wrapping my arms around his neck and laying my head on his bare shoulder.

We sat silently while he finished his call. The German giving me a small, silent kiss before he continued talking, while I aimlessly ran my hands through his chest hair, staring out over the city of Dortmund.

It was as peaceful as being in the bed alone, but now I had a warm body to lay on and a brisk warm breeze to contend with, so, if anything, it was much better.

Finally, he'd finished, about ten minutes after I had joined him and Sascha seemed relieved to be off that phone just as much as I was. "Sorry about that, Schnücki, he kept rattling on." Sascha said and gave me cheek a peck.

I smiled, finally having my man back to myself. "It's fine," Still aimlessly playing with his chest hairs. "Who was it?" I curiously tilted my head.

"It was Marco." Sascha said shortly, rubbing my bare legs. "I was just telling them that you'd arrived, and he said he's excited to meet you and get this project going. Plus, he had one or two ideas he liked to share too..."

"Well guessing by how long that phone call was, it's probably more than one or two, Sascha." I giggled and he smiled with shrug.

"He's just excited about this, he's never done anything like this before." Sascha continuously rubbed my legs.

I smirked. "Well he's working with an expert so he's in good hands." Sascha smirked and leaned up kissing me softly, his big, manly hands gripping slightly at my upper thighs. "Anyway, when will I get to meet Mr Reus?"

Sascha shrugged while kissing my jaw. "He's on an away game in Bremen at the moment, so probably something like tomorrow evening. If that's alright?" I nodded and closed my eyes, humming. I was a little disappointed that I wouldn't be able to meet him tonight but one more day wouldn't hurt, especially when I'd be spending the best part of two months here, working with Marco nearly every single day.

Sorting Sascha's messy hair out, I pondered on what we were going to do for the rest of the day. "So what can we do then?" With a small pout of the lips.

The older man shrugged at first in that typical man way. "It's up to you, what do you want to do?"

I shrugged myself but just looking over the beautiful scenery of Dortmund from a distance, I just knew I wanted to explore it more, in detail. "I want to explore the city I'll be staying in for the next couple of months." I innocently said, glancing back to Sascha. "I want to see the German markets, the traditional food and places, get to explore Germany like I've never done."

Sascha smiled happily, running his hand through my blonde hair and pushing it behind me ear. "Anything you want, gorgeous." He huskily said with that deep German accent of his that just got things tingling in places.

Happily, at his agreement, I lent forward and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, as a small thank you. I hummed against his lips, deepening the kiss a little more before reluctantly pulling away. "I'll go take a shower and we should be ready to go." I told him, jumping off his lap.

"Okay baby." Sascha smirked, slapping my ass as I walked past. I giggled and bite my bottom lip, seeing the German give me an inviting wink.