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“How about we shower first, Grace?” I motioned to the washroom. “I really don’t want you catching pneu—”
“Pneumonia. I know.” She threw her hands up in the air, and I pointed to the washroom once again. She rolled her eyes. “I’m still not showering with you.”
I followed her into the oversized washroom with a double shower. A two-sided fireplace glowed between the glass walls.
“Is this a presidential suite?” she asked.
“No. This suite belongs to the Silvers. Family use only. Pick your shower.”
“I don’t remember you talking in short sentences.” She snorted. “Turn around. I have to undress.”
I shook my head, but I obliged. She had nothing I hadn’t seen before, but it was definitely a long time since I’d seen it, so turning around was the better option. I heard her shuffle with her clothes and then twist the faucet.
“Okay, I’m inside.”
Her white bra and panties hung over the shower door. She stood on the other side, underneath the rainwater, the curves of her silhouette outlined behind a flickering partition. I stepped inside the other shower and twisted the knob. My pulse raced, blood rushed south, and I submerged myself beneath the stream. The cold water did little to cool the heat rushing through my veins and my throbbing dick. What the fuck was happening to me? I was over this. I was over her.
“I like the new line of lingerie you’re wearing,” I said.
“How did you know?”
“It looked nice underneath your white shirt.” A picture of her nipples poking through the soaked fabric flashed in my mind. “Everything looked nice.”
She didn’t reply, and I imagined the shade of her skin flushing pink. I braced my arm against the wall and felt my grip on my hard cock. The urge to find a release grew as I pumped. I stepped back and bumped into the glass wall.
“Are you all right?” Grace asked, and I let go of my dick.
“Yeah, just slipped.”
I soaped up the sponge and washed myself from the head down. It had been years since I’d taken a long shower, but nothing could replace washing underneath a waterfall. Grace finished well before me. The heat of her stare as she passed by the shower burned into my back. Or maybe it was my imagination? I gripped my cock once she left and tried to whack one out again, but it didn’t work. It wasn't the same without her.
Fuck me.
My body ached, and my mind spun from the constant attack of the past in my head.
This is a job. She is a job. That’s all.
I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body. Grace was sitting on the corner of the bed in a pair of fluffy slippers and a robe. She was looking out the window at the setting sun. The orange glow cast a warm shade over her neck and chest. Her legs hung off the bed, swinging lightly. The robe shifted to the side and slipped off her thigh. She looked so fucking beautiful.
I cleared my throat, and she looked up, quickly covering her leg.
“I found some clothes.” She pointed to the closet.
“Your mother said she’d leave some for you.”
She swept her hands down her legs and hopped off the bed. I felt the corner of my mouth lift.
“I wanted to dry off before I got dressed.”
“No problem.” I paced to the closet and picked up a fresh pair of joggers. I dropped the towel to the floor, slipped on the pants, and returned to the bedroom.
“How long are we staying here? Together?” she asked.
“Is my company after five years not welcome for longer than two hours?”
“That’s not what I’m saying, Hunter.” Her voice vibrated with nerves. “But I have employees to check on, and my business. And I’m sure the police will want to speak with me.”
I picked up my phone and scrolled through my family’s group chat. “I can assure you everything is taken care of, but if you insist on an honest answer, you won’t return to Gracie’s for a while. That’s not up for negotiation.”
