I already warned you that I was going to do it anyway,” she reminded me as she tossed her hospital gown over the shower door.
I caught it before it hit the ground, and tossed it into the hamper.
I’d already noticed that my assistant had left a stack of new pajamas and panties on the long bathroom stool like I’d asked.
I hadn’t known Taylor’s size, but after telling my assistant that she was a little shorter and leaner than Riley, I noticed that most of the sizes were small, with a few medium thrown into the mix.
That should work.
The shower turned on, and I straddled the bench so I could make sure the stubborn woman didn’t nosedive to the hard tile flooring in the shower stall.
The entire enclosure was made of glass, but there was embellished scrolling etched into the design, so I couldn’t see Taylor clearly, but well enough to know if she was plummeting toward the ground.
I heard a small moan, but I knew the sound wasn’t a distress signal. It was a noise thrumming with pleasure.
“This shower is amazing,” Taylor said, lifting her voice enough to be heard over the sounds of the water. “I can’t wait until I can stand up and turn on all the jets. I hope it’s okay for me to use the sponge in here.”
“It’s fine. It’s new,” I told her.
“And the shampoo and body wash?” she asked in a hesitant tone. “I never did ask if you had a girlfriend or an important significant other in your life. All of this stuff is Chanel. I didn’t even know they did bath and body stuff.”
“There’s nobody,” I said nonchalantly. “Whatever is there is all yours. My housekeeping leaves every bedroom guest ready.”
“Oh, God. It smells amazing, like citrus and lily. You have no idea how good it feels to get myself clean with something that smells this good.”
She sounded so damn happy that I was glad we’d compromised on the shower, and I made a note to give my housekeeper a huge bonus for stocking the extra rooms with something that apparently delighted a female guest.
Okay, maybe some people wouldn’t be this ecstatic about the shampoo and body wash, but Taylor obviously took a hell of a lot of joy from anything she liked.
She let go of another moan as I saw her figure dip forward, probably to wash her hair. “Oh, God,” she crooned.
Holy fuck! If she got this damn orgasmic over sweet smelling body wash, shampoo, and hot water, I could only imagine…
Nope! I wasn’t letting my mind go there.
Okay, maybe I had gone there briefly. I’d seen a picture of a completely healthy Taylor, and it hadn’t been hard to imagine…
Shit! I really needed to end this entire line of thought.
“You doing okay?” I called out.
“Fantastic,” she answered, sounding slightly out of breath. “Almost done. Can I just take another minute or two?”
“As long as you want,” I said amiably.
Hell, if she was feeling better, I’d sit on this fucking bench all damn night.
A few minutes passed.
And then five minutes.
By the time it got to almost ten minutes without a word and almost no movement inside the shower, I finally asked, “Taylor, everything good in there?”
When I got no response, I stood, strode to the shower, and opened the glass door.
Her eyes were closed, but there was a faint smile on her lips.
I grinned as I stepped into the enclosure, shut off the water, scooped up her naked body, and carried her to the bench where I could dry her off.
She was completely out, probably so tired from her efforts that she hadn’t been able to keep her eyes open any longer.
Taylor let out a faint protest as I put her into new pajamas and panties, but she settled back down as I carried her to her bed.
I could smell a hint of oranges and flowers clinging to her skin, and in the hair I’d just brushed and detangled. I tucked her body between the sheets.
“Please don’t go,” she whimpered suddenly as I started to straighten up.
I frowned. Her eyes were still closed, but she was thrashing around restlessly.
Now what in the hell am I supposed to do?
Taylor was obviously dreaming, and I doubted that she was talking to me, but I’d still feel like a dick if I left her.
Just leave. She’s perfectly safe here.
As I walked to the bedroom door, I heard one more pitiful cry.
Shit! I hit the light switch to shut them off, and then strode