Elodie loses her balance and falls to the floor, her towel coming loose to reveal her entire backside, including her bare ass perched in the air that, unfortunately, I can’t stop staring at.
“Henley?” Elodie asks, face down on the carpet, snapping me out of the transfixed state I’m in.
Fuck, she’s perfect. Round globes, silky white skin, and a tattoo of a heart just above her right butt cheek.
Jesus Christ. I could lick that ink. Dainty tattoos are so fucking sexy.
“Henley!” she says louder this time.
“Yeah?”
“My towel. I’m, uh…”
“Shit.” I turn away from her, facing the opposite direction. “I’m not looking. You can get up now.”
Groaning, she says, “Oh my God. This is so embarrassing.”
My eyes drop down to my cock getting hard in my pants, the flimsy fabric doing nothing to hide how my body is reacting to seeing her half naked.
“It’s fine.”
“Yeah, easy for you to say. You’re not the one that just flashed your boss your bare ass.”
Fuck. Stop picturing it, Henley.
“I didn’t see anything,” I lie.
“Yeah, sure,” she scoffs as I hear the sound of her coming up from the floor. Her heavy breathing fills the silence between us until she says, “Okay. I’m decent.”
Reluctantly, I twist around slowly to face her, and if I thought her ass was beautiful, it has nothing on her face fresh from the shower. “You okay?”
She brushes her wet hair from her face. “Nothing is hurt except my pride, fortunately.”
Chuckling, I say, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Arching a brow, she crosses her arms over her chest. “I thought you didn’t see anything?”
“I didn’t. I mean…”
She pinches the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes. “I’m mortified, Henley.”
“Again,” I say, dipping my eyes down her body and then back up, secretly loving the way her cheeks are pinker than I’ve ever seen them, “Nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Henley…” Her voice is breathy, almost like her heart is racing just as hard as mine.
Needing to change the subject, I say, “How was tonight?”
She clears her throat, pulling her towel tighter around her body. “Uh, it was fine. Remy got a little fussy around seven, like usual, but once she pooped, she was happy and fell right asleep.”
“It’s crazy what a solid shit does for that kid’s mood.”
We share a laugh. “Yeah.” Elodie bites on her bottom lip before moving past me. “Well, I should probably get dressed.”
“Okay.” But as she gets closer, the familiar smell of lavender hits my nostrils. “Did you—did you use Remy’s body wash?”
Elodie freezes right next to me, our shoulders touching, but both of us facing away from each other, avoiding the other’s eyes. “No.”
“Why do you smell like it then?”
