Chapter Five
MILES
Miles had just finished showering when he heard an impatient, angry knocking at the door. He peered through the sight to see a fisheye view of Circe Cole, the beautiful, curvy woman he’d met earlier that day – and offered a pretty damn good opportunity to.
He opened the door, a curious smile pulling at his lips. He watched as her eyes widened at the sight of him in his state of undress.
“Ms. Cole,” he said. “Come in.” He left the door open and walked back into the bathroom, and squeezed out toothpaste onto his toothbrush.
“Mr. Cohen!” Circe began, but she stopped when she saw him. “What are you doing?”
“I’m about to brush my teeth.”
“Why?”
Miles shook his head slightly. “It’s nearly bedtime.”
“Oh,” Circe said, her voice losing some of her previous conviction. “W
