Some minutes later Don finished rinsing off the last of the dust and grit from the tomb and stepped out of the shower.
Steam curled off his skin as he walked straight toward the jacuzzi without grabbing a towel. Miss Claire had stayed seated the whole time, turning a gemstone over in her fingers, her head angled just enough that she wasn't staring directly at him while he showered.
But the polished surface of the stone caught his reflection anyway. Her gaze lingered there a second longer than necessary.
"Shall I make room for you?" she asked, voice calm.
"Yeah." Don kept walking, his cock hanging heavy between his legs, still damp from the shower.
Miss Claire shifted smoothly in the water, lifting just enough for her bare chest to break the surface.
Pale skin glistened under the low lights, her modest breasts full and rounded, water sliding down them in slow trails.
Don's eyes settled there without apology. He stepped into the jacuzzi and lowered himself beside her.
