"So what do you want, Stan? What you do want, right this second?"
"You really want to know? I'd like to take a shower. I really sweated it up in the studio."
"Go ahead," she said. "No, really. I'm not going anywhere. We took your car, remember?"
The heat from the water went right into his muscles and he started to relax for the first time since Darryl's call the day before. And he wasn't completely surprised when he heard a tapping on the glass.
She was leaning on the sink, posed for him, when he opened the sliding door. Her hair stuck out to one side where she'd pulled her tank top over her head. Her small, soft breasts seemed to sway just a little. One smooth hip was turned toward him in a kind of unconscious modesty, not quite hiding the dark tangle of her pubic hair.
"I guess you're tired of people telling you how beautiful you are."
"Try me," she said, and got in next to him.
Her mouth was soft and enveloping. He could feel the pressur