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have missed her. She could be gone and I would never know what I had been missing.
    I can hear the shower switch on from the bathroom. I grab boxer-briefs from my top drawer, followed by jeans and a t-shirt.
    Alex's full lips come to mind as I loosen the drawstring around my waist. The curves of her body and the way she looked when she blushed. Her mannerisms and her sense of humor. I step out of my current outfit and go for my boxer-briefs. Even her voice was soft and sweet, it made me think first of her tongue—then lower.
    I can't help the oncoming erection as I think about the woman down the hall. I lift my leg to step into my boxers when there is a knock at the door.
    “Sorry, where did you say the towels—” Alex pushes into the room without a response from me. And here I am, fully nude with a mostly hard cock hanging out. “Jesus! I'm SORRY!” She slams the door closed and I scramble after her.
    I'm terrified she'll bolt. I'm still naked, my underwear in one hand, as I chase after her. “Wait!” I call for her. “Alex!”
    She turns around at the sound of my voice, then her face heats to about a thousand degrees. Shit! She averts her eyes. Now that she has stopped, I can at least put some underwear on.
    “Alex,” I slip one leg into my boxer-briefs, then the other. They're black and tight. They hold my cock snug against me, and I hope this makes my erection a little less threatening. “I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be coming in.”
    She looks at me now that I'm partially dressed, but she's still flushing. “No, I shouldn't have barged in like that,” she is biting her lip again. “I just couldn't find the towels.”
    I sigh in relief. She must still be planning to stay if she's asking about towels. “Let me grab them,” I give her a half-smile as I step past her, she presses against the opposite wall to avoid contact with me. She is so skittish, if anyone should be embarrassed it should be me.
    I grab two large towels from the closet and bring them back to deposit them in her arms. “What would you like for lunch?” Her eyes are beautiful. Albeit wide and frightened, but beautiful.
    Alex shrugs and I can't help staring at her bare shoulders. I wonder how she tastes and I fight the urge to kiss along the exposed skin.
    “I'm vegetarian, but whatever you have would be great.” She smiles, and I want to press my lips against hers. “Thank you. I'm sorry about…that.”
    “Don't mention it, unless you'd like to compliment something,” I run a hand through my hair. Why did I just say that? Oh, I am an idiot!
    Alex flushes crimson again. “Something tells me you need no commendations in that department.” She clutches the towels closer to shield herself from me. But I'm warmed by her obvious praise.
    I clear my throat. “Right,” I'm sure I look a bit awkward. “I'll let you shower.”
    “Yes,” she points toward the restroom, as if telegraphing her movements. “Thanks, I'll be right out,” She smiles and retreats to the safety of the bathroom. I want to follow after her, but I know better.
    Her eyes linger on mine as the door drifts closed. I stare, locked in her gaze until the sight of her is lost.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 9
     
     
    I will not touch myself in this man's home. I will not touch myself in this man's giant mansion of a home. I keep chanting these words as my skin is pelted with cold water. I had to cool off. After barging into his bedroom with him fully nude, his penis mostly erect. Another wave of arousal hits me.
    I need to get a grip.
    My blood was humming as he placed his hand on the small of my back and he'd led me into his home, onto his expansive deck and in through one of the sets of French doors. I knew I was in trouble. Or he was, really. If he hadn't stopped touching me he would have been in great danger of me jumping his bones. He walked me in and his home was warm and comforting. Huge, but welcoming. The walls were a soft cream and the