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and sisters had bathed in as children, sometimes all five fitting in the big tub at once.
Light from the wall sconces bounced off the gold-plated fixtures and Lawson noted Zara's pants and a pair of red lacy panties hanging from the shower curtain rod. Red. His brain stuttered for a split second before he catalogued the panties for further thought later. As he took another step into the room, he tilted his head to peek into the tub, an odd mixture of concern and fear driving him. Had she indeed fallen and knocked herself unconscious?
The first thing he saw was her left foot propped at the end near the faucets. His eyes traveled from her pink toenails up the length of her shin and to her bent knee. Her skin looked tan against the bright white of the bathtub porcelain. “Sara, are you okay?"
She didn't move, didn't respond. He took a step closer and followed the line of her thigh to the point where it broke the surface of the water. Her other leg and stomach were under the two feet of water in the tub and his eyes automatically jumped to the point where her chest rose back out of the water.
His attention paused, but only for a second, adding another element to his catalogue to review later. He forced his gaze up to Zara's face.
Her head was on a satin bath pillow, her chin tilted down into her collarbone, her eyes closed and her lips parted. An iPod lay on a stack of towels behind her head, ear buds disappearing under her hair. One of her hands rested on her chest, the other was in the water on her stomach. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest made the twitch in his shoulders relax. She was asleep.
Jet lag was a bitch for most people. Zara had logged less than an hour of sleep on the plane. She was now dead to the world with music playing in her ears. No wonder she hadn't heard him call her name or knock on her door. He replaced the Beretta in his waistband and crossed his arms over his chest.
The steam from the water had relaxed her curls and several hung over her forehead. Her face in sleep looked years younger, almost girlish. If it wasn't for the curves and muscles below that face...
As his eyes fell to her breasts, his brain yelled at him like a drill sergeant. Get out!
He pulled himself up short but not before his groin tightened.
The iPod's screen lit up for a second and then blacked out as it shut off. Lawson turned to escape and the floor creaked under his foot.
A sigh escaped from Zara's open lips and he froze. The hand on her chest slid down past her breast and into the water. She shifted her body, raising her chin and bunching up her shoulders.
And then she opened her eyes and looked straight at him.
"Oh, my God.” She sucked in her breath. Instinct made her cover her breasts as she sat straight up. One ear bud fell out.
Averting his eyes, he mentally cursed himself. “You fell asleep in the bathtub. I knocked and called your name but you didn't answer."
Why did that sound so lame? He chanced a quick glance at her face and saw her eyes were huge. The look she gave him set off a warning in his brain. It wasn't modesty or even disgust. She looked at him as though he were some asshole about to do her harm.
She pulled the other ear bud out, and he backed toward the door, damning himself again for entering the room in the first place. “Must be serious jet lag that had you sleeping so hard. That and the music."
The look of fear vanished with the blink of her eyes. She snugged her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, clearing her throat. “Jet lag. Yep. Knocks me for a loop every time."
"It does a lot of people."
"Yes, well, I appreciate your concern, but as you can see, I'm all right. Naked and embarrassed, but all right. Could we dispense with further conversation until after I get some clothes on?"
He jerked his gaze away from hers and again pinned it to a spot on the far wall. Back to business seemed like the course to take. “We need to discuss my op plan for the next
Light from the wall sconces bounced off the gold-plated fixtures and Lawson noted Zara's pants and a pair of red lacy panties hanging from the shower curtain rod. Red. His brain stuttered for a split second before he catalogued the panties for further thought later. As he took another step into the room, he tilted his head to peek into the tub, an odd mixture of concern and fear driving him. Had she indeed fallen and knocked herself unconscious?
The first thing he saw was her left foot propped at the end near the faucets. His eyes traveled from her pink toenails up the length of her shin and to her bent knee. Her skin looked tan against the bright white of the bathtub porcelain. “Sara, are you okay?"
She didn't move, didn't respond. He took a step closer and followed the line of her thigh to the point where it broke the surface of the water. Her other leg and stomach were under the two feet of water in the tub and his eyes automatically jumped to the point where her chest rose back out of the water.
His attention paused, but only for a second, adding another element to his catalogue to review later. He forced his gaze up to Zara's face.
Her head was on a satin bath pillow, her chin tilted down into her collarbone, her eyes closed and her lips parted. An iPod lay on a stack of towels behind her head, ear buds disappearing under her hair. One of her hands rested on her chest, the other was in the water on her stomach. The rhythmic rise and fall of her chest made the twitch in his shoulders relax. She was asleep.
Jet lag was a bitch for most people. Zara had logged less than an hour of sleep on the plane. She was now dead to the world with music playing in her ears. No wonder she hadn't heard him call her name or knock on her door. He replaced the Beretta in his waistband and crossed his arms over his chest.
The steam from the water had relaxed her curls and several hung over her forehead. Her face in sleep looked years younger, almost girlish. If it wasn't for the curves and muscles below that face...
As his eyes fell to her breasts, his brain yelled at him like a drill sergeant. Get out!
He pulled himself up short but not before his groin tightened.
The iPod's screen lit up for a second and then blacked out as it shut off. Lawson turned to escape and the floor creaked under his foot.
A sigh escaped from Zara's open lips and he froze. The hand on her chest slid down past her breast and into the water. She shifted her body, raising her chin and bunching up her shoulders.
And then she opened her eyes and looked straight at him.
"Oh, my God.” She sucked in her breath. Instinct made her cover her breasts as she sat straight up. One ear bud fell out.
Averting his eyes, he mentally cursed himself. “You fell asleep in the bathtub. I knocked and called your name but you didn't answer."
Why did that sound so lame? He chanced a quick glance at her face and saw her eyes were huge. The look she gave him set off a warning in his brain. It wasn't modesty or even disgust. She looked at him as though he were some asshole about to do her harm.
She pulled the other ear bud out, and he backed toward the door, damning himself again for entering the room in the first place. “Must be serious jet lag that had you sleeping so hard. That and the music."
The look of fear vanished with the blink of her eyes. She snugged her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them, clearing her throat. “Jet lag. Yep. Knocks me for a loop every time."
"It does a lot of people."
"Yes, well, I appreciate your concern, but as you can see, I'm all right. Naked and embarrassed, but all right. Could we dispense with further conversation until after I get some clothes on?"
He jerked his gaze away from hers and again pinned it to a spot on the far wall. Back to business seemed like the course to take. “We need to discuss my op plan for the next
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