Page 78 of The Christmas Holiday
‘Yes?’
‘Your hair is dripping down my neck.’
‘Oh!’ I sat back. ‘Sorry.’
He sat up straighter, swiping at his nape, and gave a shiver. ‘No worries. You’re free,’ he said, dangling my sandal from one finger.
‘Thank you!’ I smiled at him, snagging the shoe, and then shuffled off the bed, heading for a shower to go and warm up.
I leaned into the shower cubicle and started the water running, checking the temperature before readying a bath towel and one of the two complimentary dressing gowns for after. Something in the mirror caught my eye. I snatched a hand towel off the pile and hastily wiped awaythe steam that was now building.
I stared wide-eyed at my reflection, realising now what the stares and whispers had been about downstairs. The rain had turned my dress almost see-through and the thong I’d chosen earlier in an effort to avoid vpl through the thin fabric now seemed like so much less of a good idea. Basically, to all intents and purposes, I may as well have foregone the wholeunderwear deal altogether! We were booked in here for another several days yet and, realising that, in all likelihood, I was going to have to see some of the people I’d just unwittingly flashed, I let out a wail of despair. From the other side of the door, Hunter’s deep rumbling tones of laughter filled the room.
