“I don’t see anything,” she said.
I cleared my throat. “Good. Now I’ll do you.” I started with her left arm, holding her palm between my thumb and forefinger as I studied her skin. She had a smattering of dark moles, and I examined each one to ensure it wasn’t a parasite. I circled to her back and lifted her damp hair to check her nape. “Can I lift your tank to check your back?”
“Sure.” Her voice shook.
I peeled up the wet cotton to study the smooth skin of her back. “Nothing.”
I continued to her right arm, the back, then the front, which brought me to her chest, where I could see the shadow of her nipples under the white tank. “I’ll…um…I’ll let you check this yourself.”
I squatted to check her legs. “Stand wider.”
She stepped her feet apart, and I surveyed the fronts, then the insides of her legs. Her skin was soft-looking, and I was tempted to run my fingers across it. But that was too far, andcompletely unnecessary, I reminded myself. I was looking for ticks, and I could see that there were none here. “Turn around.”
I already knew she had a nice ass. The pencil skirts and fitted trousers she wore put it on display. But it was something else to see it with her wet panties clinging to it, hinting at the cleft in the middle. One leg opening was hiked up slightly, revealing the perky lower curve. Her forty-three-year-old ass put some of the thirty-something ones I’d seen to shame.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I wasnothere to ogle my coworker’s fine, fine ass.
“Find something?” She craned her neck over her shoulder.
Only a cheek I’d like to bite.“You’re good. Let me check your hair.” I imagined sifting my fingers through the long strands. I swallowed.
“I, um. I’ll do it myself in the shower, thanks. I’ll let you know if I find anything.” She pressed her legs together and stood stiffly at attention.
“Okay.” When I stood, the situation in my briefs wasnotokay, so I grabbed a towel from the shelf under the sink and wrapped it around my hips. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Wait!”
My breath stuck in my chest. Was she as turned on as I was? Was she about to ask me to stay? Intellectually, it sounded like a terrible idea, but parts of me were willing to take the risk. I gazed into her blue-sky eyes.
She shook her head. “You can’t leave my room like…like that.” She gestured at my bare chest. “It’ll look like we were doing something scandalous.”
“I’m not putting my wet clothes back on.” I lifted them out of the sink and wrung them out. Muddy water splashed into the sink.
“Put this on.” She shoved a fluffy white bathrobe at me.
“And this doesn’t look like we were fooling around?” I wrapped it around myself and tied it at the waist.
“Ugh, you’re right.” She grabbed another robe and slipped it on. It was the same size as the one I wore, but it swallowed her so that only her small head poked out of the neck opening and only her fingertips and toes were visible. I wasn’t used to her barefoot height, having rarely seen her without her sky-high heels. “I’ll make sure it’s clear out there.”
She strode to the door and opened it an inch to peer outside. I’d grabbed my ball of wet clothes and shoes and followed her, ready to hustle the few feet to my bungalow. But she closed the door quickly and put her back against it. “Gina’s out there,” she whispered.
I was dangerously close to her. She smelled like river water and roses, and I remembered too well what her breasts looked like under that fluffy robe. So when her gaze lingered on my exposed chest where the robe gaped, then on my lips, I didn’t care that she never made it to my eyes. This was lust, pure and simple. And every part of me was on board with it. I bent toward her plush lips. They’d regained their dark pink color and looked soft. Lickable. I leaned close enough to feel her unsteady breath on my chin. She made a quiet, needy sound, then a squeak when someone pounded on the door.
“Bridget, are you in there?” Gina called.
I cursed under my breath and stepped back.
“Go, go!” Bridget whispered.
“Where the fuck should I go?” I hissed. “You’re standing in front of the door.”
“Bedroom!” she pointed toward it.
“Oh, no. I’m not going to be stuck in there while you two have a girls’ chat.”
Her eyes flashed fire. “We’re not girls, and I’m going to get rid of her as soon as I can. Now, go! Hide.”
Reluctantly, I shuffled to her bedroom and shut the door. Gina had better not fucking stay. I needed to get out of this room before I did something stupid, like get under the covers and wait for Bridget to join me.
