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water on the rest of her. She was starting to get cold. She weighed her options... run for the towel or run screaming from the room?
    “I’m just waiting for my clothes from housekeeping. There was an accident,” Beth said as she tried for the nonchalant approach and stood. She moved toward the towels, careful not to glance his way, afraid she might die of embarrassment. Was it possible to die of sheer embarrassment? Beth wondered briefly before grabbing a towel from the shelf. Once she was completely covered, she looked up at him, hoping to look casual and calm.
    He was watching every move she made. Though he looked ready to drop, his deep blue eyes had tracked her walking away from him and were currently focused intensely on where her fingers were tucking the ends of the towel. He looked bedraggled with the imprint of her body pressed wetly on his wrinkled grey suit. Obviously a breast man, Beth thought as she tried to tuck the towel more tightly around the swells of her bust. He was a good looking man even in the state he was in. Beth felt a certain sort of satisfaction that he was responding to her body. Down ego, she thought to herself trying not to smile.
    “My name is Elizabeth Grant. Beth,” she took a careful step forward to shake hands with him. There was no way she was going to risk flying bare-assed naked through the air again.
    “Umm they didn’t expect you till midnight so allowed me use of the room ...” she trailed off. Now that she was covered, she took the time to take a better look at him. He really did look ready to fall off his feet from pure exhaustion.
    “David Andrews,” he replied and shook her hand. He blinked as if trying to wake himself up. Beth figured he probably wasn’t sure just how he ended up in a hotel bathroom with a strange woman.
    “I don’t suppose my clothes have been dropped off while I was in the bath?” She asked keeping her fingers crossed that this fated day would go her way for once.
    “I don’t think so…” David looked vaguely behind him toward the main bedroom. He glanced back at Beth and seemed to wake up a bit more. There was a gleam starting to shine in his eye. There was, after all, a naked woman in his bathroom.
    He gestured to the main room. “Why don’t you come through and we can call reception?” he asked walking back into the suite.
    Beth stood dripping on the tile floor trying to get her tingling body under control. All it had taken was that gleam in his eyes to kick start all the nerves in her body. She felt that warmth fill her and quickly grabbed the robe from behind the bathroom door. The more layers between him and her traitorous nerves, the better!
    *
    David wasn’t sure what had just happened. He shook his head. Was there really a naked woman in his bathroom?
    He closed his eyes and tried to erase the image of her naked body from his mind. It wasn’t going to work. That woman had the body of an angel. He groaned. He was tired, his shoulder was a complete mess and he was lusting after a naked woman standing in his bathroom.
    *
    Skirting past the king sized four poster bed (hotels really made an effort for the rich and famous), Beth wandered over to join him in the main room. Sitting down in one of the large lounging chairs positioned at an angle to the couch, she concentrated on tucking her robe around her legs to make sure that it didn’t gape.
    David seemed nearly asleep when she had walked down the two stairs to the living area but she could feel his eyes on her as he took in the robe, damp and pinned up air, her bare feet…
    “Bad news,” he said, “they sent your clothes for an overnight service instead of the one hour cleaning.” His eyes met Beth’s. She stared solemnly back at him.
    “They’re trying to sort out a room for you but things are full because of some conference,” he finished looking sympathetic. Beth nodded miserably but lifted her head when he continued, rubbing a hand over his face, “Look I’m too tired