Being tough at work took a lot of energy and her apartment gave her the chance to be a woman.
Reaching for the stereo system, she flipped on some soft music and began to take off her uniform. Bubble bath, that’s what I need. She peeled off her clothes as she went and once she reached the bathroom, she turned on the water in the sunken tub and splashed in some honeysuckle scented bubbles. She headed back for the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine, before walking back to the bathroom and sinking into the warm water with a heavy sigh.
* * * *
What the hell am I doing here? He raked his fingers through his hair while he stood outside her apartment complex. She’s obviously home since her car is here. It was the first time he’d seen her car without the banged up door and he loved it. It fit her personality to a T, sporty, sleek, and fast, but he’d seen the soft woman under the façade.
Managing to find Katrina’s address from information the night before, he stood there now, wound tighter than a spring, anticipating seeing her again. He frowned when he thought of Mark. Her cousin had made it perfectly clear after their dinner meeting with Mr. Toyoshima last night that he didn’t like the fact of Justin and Kat being intimate. I suppose Mark is only trying to protect his cousin, but damn it, he needs to butt out. What happens between Katrina and me is between the two of us.
He slowly walked up the stairs, his gut twisting into knots. One twenty seven. Soft music came from the apartment, and he wondered what she was doing right then. How will she react to seeing me again? Only one way to find out. He knocked softly on the door and waited.
After a couple of minutes and no answer, he knocked again. Hearing no movement inside the apartment, he tried the doorknob. She is obviously engrossed in something and can’t hear me.
Pushing open the door, the sight meeting his eyes had every nerve ending in his body on high alert. He knew his mouth must be hanging open when he looked at the inside of her space. It was so unlike the Katrina most people, except those close to her, knew. The walls were painted a soft yellow, bright and sunny, capturing the light from the windows and muting them to softer tones. The furniture looked soft and plush, the fabric bright white with throw pillows scattered over the surface with pink and yellow flowers. Softly closing the door behind him, he almost tripped over the chunky black boots sitting by the door. He had never seen her wearing them, but they were obviously her work boots. His gaze moved over the plush beige carpeting on the floor, searching for the source of the music until he saw the elaborate stereo system. Nice.
Standing in her foyer, trying to decide where to look first, his stare picked up the crumpled clothing on the floor. Her green jumpsuit lay in a pile about halfway to the arched doorway. Like breadcrumbs marking a trail, next came her brown T-shirt and black socks lying in the hallway. The trail further intrigued him when he saw her bra several feet away and her lace panties sitting by the bathroom door. Picking them up off the floor, he crushed them in his fist as he felt his erection pressing insistently against the fly of his jeans.
The door to the bathroom sat open several inches and he slowly pushed it a little further until he could see her. He leaned against the doorjamb taking in the sight in front of him like a man starved. Lounging against the back of the biggest bathtub he had ever laid eyes on was Katrina, her eyes closed and her breathing soft and regular. The scent of her bathwater floated in the air of the bathroom, winding itself around his senses. When she reached for the wine glass on the edge, he said softly, “Mind if I join you?”
Chapter Eight
She jumped and almost spilled the wine when she brought her hand up to her throat. Her breasts now visible above the water, she squealed and sank beneath the bubbles. “Damn it, Justin! You
Reaching for the stereo system, she flipped on some soft music and began to take off her uniform. Bubble bath, that’s what I need. She peeled off her clothes as she went and once she reached the bathroom, she turned on the water in the sunken tub and splashed in some honeysuckle scented bubbles. She headed back for the kitchen, pouring herself a glass of wine, before walking back to the bathroom and sinking into the warm water with a heavy sigh.
* * * *
What the hell am I doing here? He raked his fingers through his hair while he stood outside her apartment complex. She’s obviously home since her car is here. It was the first time he’d seen her car without the banged up door and he loved it. It fit her personality to a T, sporty, sleek, and fast, but he’d seen the soft woman under the façade.
Managing to find Katrina’s address from information the night before, he stood there now, wound tighter than a spring, anticipating seeing her again. He frowned when he thought of Mark. Her cousin had made it perfectly clear after their dinner meeting with Mr. Toyoshima last night that he didn’t like the fact of Justin and Kat being intimate. I suppose Mark is only trying to protect his cousin, but damn it, he needs to butt out. What happens between Katrina and me is between the two of us.
He slowly walked up the stairs, his gut twisting into knots. One twenty seven. Soft music came from the apartment, and he wondered what she was doing right then. How will she react to seeing me again? Only one way to find out. He knocked softly on the door and waited.
After a couple of minutes and no answer, he knocked again. Hearing no movement inside the apartment, he tried the doorknob. She is obviously engrossed in something and can’t hear me.
Pushing open the door, the sight meeting his eyes had every nerve ending in his body on high alert. He knew his mouth must be hanging open when he looked at the inside of her space. It was so unlike the Katrina most people, except those close to her, knew. The walls were painted a soft yellow, bright and sunny, capturing the light from the windows and muting them to softer tones. The furniture looked soft and plush, the fabric bright white with throw pillows scattered over the surface with pink and yellow flowers. Softly closing the door behind him, he almost tripped over the chunky black boots sitting by the door. He had never seen her wearing them, but they were obviously her work boots. His gaze moved over the plush beige carpeting on the floor, searching for the source of the music until he saw the elaborate stereo system. Nice.
Standing in her foyer, trying to decide where to look first, his stare picked up the crumpled clothing on the floor. Her green jumpsuit lay in a pile about halfway to the arched doorway. Like breadcrumbs marking a trail, next came her brown T-shirt and black socks lying in the hallway. The trail further intrigued him when he saw her bra several feet away and her lace panties sitting by the bathroom door. Picking them up off the floor, he crushed them in his fist as he felt his erection pressing insistently against the fly of his jeans.
The door to the bathroom sat open several inches and he slowly pushed it a little further until he could see her. He leaned against the doorjamb taking in the sight in front of him like a man starved. Lounging against the back of the biggest bathtub he had ever laid eyes on was Katrina, her eyes closed and her breathing soft and regular. The scent of her bathwater floated in the air of the bathroom, winding itself around his senses. When she reached for the wine glass on the edge, he said softly, “Mind if I join you?”
Chapter Eight
She jumped and almost spilled the wine when she brought her hand up to her throat. Her breasts now visible above the water, she squealed and sank beneath the bubbles. “Damn it, Justin! You
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