Chapter 18: An Embrace in the Bathroom

The bathroom door stood ajar. The sound of the shower spilled through the crack in the door, and the scent of shampoo wafted out, sweet and heady. Just picturing Colette Warth under the spray made me light-headed. I drew a breath and slipped inside on tiptoe. "Strip. Come wash with me." She had already spotted me and, to my surprise, invited me in. Through the steam I made out Colette's figure, lush and flawless. Her long dark hair lay slick against her pale skin, the contrast startling. I found...