Denise kept herself perfectly still, listening to the slow slide of Spade’s zipper being drawn down on his pants, the brush of fabric against skin as he drew his shirt off, and then the sounds of him gathering up his discarded clothes. Suddenly, that bone-deep lethargy was gone and she felt very awake. Imagining Spade so close, totally naked, made her eyelids almost burn to open.
The shower came on, that cascade of water dulling the soft sounds Spade made. Where was he now? He moved so quietly, he could be right in front of her and she wouldn’t know it. What if she opened her eyes and Spade was right there, close enough to touch?
Denise couldn’t help it; her eyes slit open. Nothing in front of her. A soft click on the other side of the room was the shower door opening, she guessed. That was confirmed when she heard it again, the cadence of the water changing as Spade moved under the spray.
The water will steam the glass opaque, Denise reasoned. You won’t be able to see anything. In fact, it’s probably steamed up now…
As quietly as she could, she rolled over, keeping her face half concealed by the pillow.
The light in the shower illuminated Spade’s bare, gorgeous flesh. The glass wasn’t fogged. It didn’t even look like it was there, giving her an uninterrupted view of him under the cascade of water. The sight made her lick her lips before she could stop herself.
Then Denise shut her eyes. Congratulations, you’re officially a Peeping Tom. She should be ashamed, spying on Spade like that. If she had any dignity, she’d roll back over and face the wall. Now.
She opened her eyes again…