With trembling, eager fingers, she reached behind her back, undoing the zipper of her uniform. The dark fabric slipped from her shoulders, followed by her crisp white apron, pooling onto the cool tiles.
A heartbeat later, the rest of her clothes fell away.
Completely bare, her pale skin already flushed pink from the humid warmth, she sat down on the marble ledge beside him, her hands resting nervously on her thighs.
Before she could even reach for the soap, Alex moved.
His hand shot out through the steam, his strong fingers wrapping firmly around her slender wrist.
With a single, effortless tug, he pulled her forward.
Emma let out a startled gasp as she tumbled over the rim and splashed directly into the warm water, landing flush against his bare chest.
Water sloshed over the marble edges, rippling gently around them. She clutched his broad shoulders to steady herself, her breath coming in quick, ragged bursts.
