28
All About You
Clay stepped out of the enormous waterfall shower. Steam filled the bathroom so densely that he could barely see the mirror across the room. He reached for a plush white towel and wrapped it around his waist. After a long day at the office, he’d been dying to come home and wash the day off. Plus, Andrea had her art gallery opening this evening, and he wanted to be presentable by the time she got home.
Just then the door to the bathroom burst open, releasing the steam.
“Oh!” Andrea squeaked. “Shit.”
“Hey, I didn’t think you’d be home already.”
“I didn’t think you’d be…” She trailed off as the steam cleared, and she got a good look at him.
“Yes?”
“Whoa,” she breathed. “You look sexy as fuck.”
He laughed and ran a hand back through his wet hair. “Thanks, babe.”
“No,
