Naked
James needed go to the bathroom. Urgently. Phil, (of course) had left the only bathroom in the security building in no condition for use. Because of that, he stayed the entire eight (!) hours of his shift without going to the damn bathroom. So, he entered into the little house and ran straight to the bathroom. He rushed in without knocking (as was the habit in the house). And then he heard a scream and saw a towel flying in his direction.
"James!" Juliet was naked in the shower, trying to cover with her hand every and any part of her body. "Get out!"
He froze in front of her with his mouth open. He knew that she had a nice body (and boy, now he really knew it!), knew how beautiful she was. And she couldn't blame him for looking at her! It had been a long time since he saw a woman, naked, like this. And besides, he had already thought of her like that (for this she could blame him)... But he didn't realize that underneath of all those clothes there was that woman.
"James!" Juliet blushed; he didn't know if it was because of the heat of the water or because he was there... "Please..."
"Oh.. Ahm...Sorry, Juliet."
He left with his head down, reminding himself to not look back, and closed the door. Then, he remembered why he had made such a stormy entrance into the bathroom. PEE! He opened the door and entered again.
"James!" She was desperate.
"I'm sorry, Jules, but I really need to pee..." he said, already lifting the toilet seat.
"Okay, so just... just don't look!" she said, turning her back to him.
"I say the same, Blondie... " He could just see her rolling her eyes. Metaphorically, because he was prohibited to look at her.
James was really trying not to look at Juliet. But it was almost impossible; the heat of the shower and that unique scent of her invaded him. Then, he turned his head, very slightly. He saw the hot water hitting Juliet's very pale skin and going down her legs. Her fingers were lost in her golden hair and her eyes were closed. His wish of having her, loving her, kissing her, invaded James with an amazing force. He'd never wanted her so much.
"James..." Her eyes were still closed and her voice was normal, but he got the message.
"Okay, sorry... I'm goin'." And he walked to the door, closing it behind him. And he opened it again. "Just checking, seeing if you're alright..."
She laughed. He'd already seen everything, there was no reason to be mad. James left for good. He closed the door and put his back against it. Oh Hell! Why the hell did Juliet have to have such an incredible body? Why did she have to be so damn pretty? Why did he have to be so enchanted by her? All of this wasn't a good idea. But he couldn't help it... He thought of opening the door again, but this could be considered stalking, or obsession...
She probably would call him a perv or something like that... The best was not to see her after the bath; wet from head to toe, with bare legs, wrapped in a towel (which could be easily removed)... Oh hell!