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never have this chance again!
    Impulsively
she jumped from her bed and raced down the stairs, her heart hammering in
her chest.   Walking quickly to his
bedroom she poked her head in.  Empty.   But she could hear him in the tub. Throwing caution to the
wind she walked forward and knocked on the bathroom door.
    "Yes?"  
    She
paused -
    Do it!  Go on - you know you want
to!
    “It's
me.  Can I come in?"
    She
thought her voice sounded feeble and shaky and prayed she was wrong.
    "Kate? 
Sure.  Enter at your own risk!"
    My own risk?   Oh Lord!   Here
goes nothing...
    She
pushed open the door and walked in.  He was lounging back and she fought
the almost overwhelming desire to cast her eyes down his body.
    "Yes
Miss Hollister?  What can I do for you,” he asked, smiling up at her.   His wet hair was askew and there were
droplets of water covering his chest hair, like dew on the grass in the early
morning.   She wanted to lean over
the tub and lick them...
    “Kate?”
    He
broke into her decadent thoughts and she realized that once again, she’d just
been standing staring.  She was at a complete loss for words and suddenly
felt very foolish, wondering if she’d made a huge mistake and shouldn’t have
come down at all..
    "I
- uh - just wanted to make sure you're ok.  I mean - make sure you didn't
need anything, or...." her voice trailed off. 
    He
knew exactly why she'd come down and she could see it in the cool, quiet
sureness of his eyes.
    "You
always were impulsive. Act before thinking, right Kate?  Do what you
want and ask permission later?"
    "I
should go," she blurted, and turned for the door.
    "No! 
Wait!  I don't want you to leave," he said, stopping her in her
tracks.
    "You
don't?" she asked, turning back around.
    "Of
course not,” he said softly, leaning forward, “Kate, don’t you know I feel the
same pull between us as you do.”
    He
was staring at her, penetrating her with his crystal gaze.
    "You
- you - you do?" she stammered.
     "I've
always had a thing for you.  Just like you've always had a thing for
me.  Timing's just been off.  That's all."
    "I
- uh - I'm - I don’t know what to say.”  
    She
wasn’t quite sure what she had expected, but it wasn’t this.
    "But
you’re not here to talk -- are you?"
    Her
stomach was in knots.  He wasn't giving her an inch. 
    "Why
don't you take off those leggings and socks and join me?" he offered, his
voice warm and inviting.
    "Seriously? 
So --you think I came down here to get in the bath with you?" she said,
her voice tight.
    "Didn't
you?"
    God!  What do I do?  What do I
do?
    "Perhaps
I misunderstood,” he said, still gazing up her with those extraordinary
eyes.   “Or if you're not ready -
don't want to - no problem," he finished casually, and turning his head
away slipped deeper into the water.
    Don't be such a coward.  He's
here!  He's right here!   You've been waiting for this your
whole life!
    Taking
a deep breath she grabbed the hem of her sweater and pulled it over head, then
waited for him to turn and look at her.  But he didn't  He didn’t
react at all.  He did not turn his head to watch her, did not speak, or
even move in the water. 
      With
shaking hands she pulled off her socks, then slipped her fingers into the
elastic waistband of the tights and slid them down, tossing them aside.   She was looking down, about to remove
her panties when she heard the sound of the water.   Glancing up she saw he was completely focused on her.   Completely.
       She
was tall and lithe, her legs long and still slightly bronzed from the Southern
California summer sun, and she had a flat, firm stomach.  The red panties
looked as any catalog model would make them look.  Flattering, feminine
and fervently sexy.  She was about to slip them off,  albeit somewhat
red-faced, when he stopped her.
    “Those
are quite appetizing,” he said.  “Leave them on.”
    She
looked at him, puzzled.
      “Wear my panties in the tub?” she