Sam couldn’t wait to change and kicked
her boots off outside the door; by the time she reached the bathroom she was
naked. Carrying her clothes over an arm, she didn’t seen Gino sitting on a
stool in the kitchen. He bided his time and waited until he heard the shower
running. He poured himself another scotch and a dropped ice into a glass. He took another tumbler,
poured in two fingers of Vodka and dropped in a wedge of lime for Sam. Sam was humming and he smiled. He had her right where he wanted her. Gino sauntered
into the bathroom and put the drinks on the basin. Pleased she hadn’t heard
him, he closed the toilet lid covered it with a towel and sat down. He reached
across, picked up the Vodka and held it toward the shower. Sam had her back to
him and he supposed the water had helped prevent her from hearing him come in.
Gino liked to think of himself as a cat, stealthy and composed, he stifled a smirk.
‘Drink?’ he said.
Sam knew the
voice and wanted to scream, but knew it would do her no good. She had never
felt so vulnerable and yet her nakedness gave her power. Men were week, if she
managed this right he would leave her in peace. If she judged it wrong, she
could be in danger.
Sam took shampoo from the shelf and lathered it in her hands. She turned to face him and
stood there; her feet apart. Sam could feel his eyes taking all of her in; her hands worked the shampoo into her hair. To her surprise she found she didn’t
mind him ogling her, in fact it made her feel stronger and knew he was
weakening. Suds washed from her hair onto her shoulders and she watched his
eyes track it all the way to her feet.
‘A drink'll be nice, just let me
freshen up here and I’ll catch up with you in the kitchen.’
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