“Sugar, you may not know what to say, but you definitely knew what you were doing. She was wearing a very short tennis skirt and another company polo, its V-neck slashed low enough to show a fair amount of cleavage. XXX Olivia gave a small tap on the door and pushed it open. She didn’t want to make a snap decision she’d regret later. Finally she stood, picked up her discarded clothes, and made her way into the bathroom. It amazed her how much more comfortable she had become with her own nudity in the last few weeks. She was, in short, a hot mess. In the meantime, your hour is up. She stepped into the steaming water and leaned back with an indulgent sigh.
