Page 8 of Enticed By the Mountain Man

“Carrie?”

Holy cow.

I turn off the tap. “Yes?” I say, knowing my voice sounds slightly hoarse.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I just wanted to let you know I’ve left a fresh towel just outside the door. I’d forgotten that I hadn’t put any back in the bathroom.”

“Okay, thank you.”

I turn the tap back on to rinse, and my body is on fire. I’m tempted to finish myself off, but I also worry I won’t be able to climax in silence. There’s something about being naked here in my boss’s bathroom that’s making me crazy. What would Justin think if he knew what was going through my brain?

I get out of the shower and creep across the floor, opening the door a few inches to get the towel, and then use it to rub down my damp skin.

I need to get myself under control. What if Justin sees I’m all flustered and guesses why?

I go into the guest room and change into the T-shirt. I look down at the panties I had on before and suddenly decide not to wear them.

Wow. This is definitely not like me.

I hang the towel on a hook near the door and tiptoe down the hall to the kitchen, where the scent of garlic and cheese fills the air.

Justin looks up as I enter, and something in his eyes makes my heart skip a beat. This is not our usual office vibe. Which of course, it couldn’t be. I’m standing in my boss’s kitchen wearing nothing but his T-shirt.

I feel my cheeks heating up as he studies me in a way that I can only describe as the absolute opposite of professional distance.

Can he tell I’m not wearing underwear? I almost excuse myself to go back to the guestroom to put my panties back on, but there’s something thrilling about standing there, feeling my pussy getting wet as Justin looks at me.

He clears his throat. “Would you like some wine?”

“Please.”

“The food is going to be a while longer. I just have it on a low heat in the oven.”

He goes over to a cupboard and pulls out a bottle of red wine and two glasses. After pouring the wine, he comes over and hands me a glass. Goosebumps rise on my arms as our fingers brush.

“Come and see the view outside,” he says, nodding his head in the direction of a deck looking out to the lake.

“Sure.”

I follow him out to a covered deck, and we stand side-by-side, sipping our wine.

“Do you ever swim in there?” I ask.

“I do. It’s only waist-height at the edge, and it’s nice at this time of year.”

The rain is still falling, creating a misty atmosphere over the water.

“Can I feel the temperature?” I ask.

Justin doesn’t say anything for a second. “Uh, yes, of course.”

We walk down to the lake’s edge, and I dip my toe in. It feels lovely and warm. The rain suddenly gets heavier, and I turn to Justin. “Sorry, you probably didn’t want to be out here getting soaked right before dinner.”

He doesn’t say anything, and it seems as though he’s trying not to look at me.

I glance down and see that the T-shirt I’m wearing has turned see-through. My nipples are clearly visible through the material, and the rain has made them hard.

So much for maintaining professionalism. If Justin looks a little lower, he will also notice my lack of underwear.

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