If anything,Ifelt embarrassed.
Jesus, Theo.
Her body was something I’d dreamt about often, since the first time I’d laid eyes on her. I’d fantasized about those soft, supple breasts. The gentle curve of her hips, drifting down to that perfect, full moon ass. Her legs were the optimal length to be thrown over my shoulders; or at least I thought so,anyway. But those thighs… so womanly, so shapely, so firm and perfectly athletic…
Those thighs drove me absolutelycrazy.
There were times I’d been tasked with watching her in the manor, and they were my favorite assignments of all. It was then that I got to see the real Peyton. Those private, unguarded moments when she’d smile at staff, kick back with a dog-eared paperback, or carry on whole conversations with the house Rottweilers, Rutger and Hauer, as if they were human beings.
That woman was beautiful inside and out; a fact I knew well before now. At the moment though, she glistened before me, her porcelain skin still dripping from her swim. Those naked curves I’d imagined so many times were exposed in all their supple glory, and I couldn’t help but trace them with my eyes.
Then my gaze dropped to the silver locket around her neck, and I felt abruptly guilty.
Peyton caught me looking of course, while wringing out her hair and approaching the outstretched towel. Her smoldering blue eyes met mine; judgingly, disdainfully, daring me to out myself as anything but a betrayer of her trust. Crushed by the avalanche of my own immense guilt, it was everything I could do not to turn away in shame.
Then, still looking me straight in the eyes, she shot her leg up through the towel…
… and kneed Ripley square in the balls.
