Finally Adam said, "Here Mrs T let me help you."
He stood up, took the coffee from me and set it on the table. I fixed my robe. Not too tight, but decent. I was still showing some cleavage.
"I'm so sorry Adam," I said. "I didn't mean to embarrass you like that."
Adam was doing his best not to make eye contact. "Ummm, it's ok."
"Yeah sure," I said. "I'm sure the last thing you need is to see ugly old naked body."
"You're not ugly," he mumbled.
"What?," I pretended I didn't hear him.
"You're not ugly," he said more loudly. "You're the prettiest woman I know."
"Prettiest? I doubt out of all the women you know I the prettiest," I teased
"No really," he was getting bolder. "You're beautiful. I've always thought so." Then he added shyly, "Sometimes the guys pick on me. They say the reas
