The bathroom door opened behind her and she spun around with a stifled scream, staring in amazement through the clear glass walls of her shower unit at the man who had simply walked into her bathroom and was even now in the process of divesting himself of his tie and shirt.
"You!" Emma gasped her astonishment. "What on earth are you doing here?"
"What does it look like?" James demanded grimly. "I'm going to f**k your brains out."
"No," Emma said, backing away. "Oh no, not that again. You can't just - just decide to f**k me whenever you want, James. I'm not your w***e. In fact, you already have a w***e! Why don't you go to her?"
"I want you," James said simply, and sliding the glass door open, he stepped into the shower with her.
"Why?" Emma whispered, pain in her eyes.
James shrugged
