- I'm going to need your help... Goren indicated his towel to Eames with his hand. Can you get it for me.
At these words, Eames blushed violently.
Goren wanted her to go and get his towel...
He wasn't serious.
And how could she go and get it for him...
When she was naked.
Eames couldn't get out of the bathtub in that Eve outfit...
And especially without anything on.
It was too embarrassing.
Yes she wanted Goren...
So much so that she wanted him in her bed.
But of here...
To walk around naked in front of him...
There were limits.
Good God...
If she had known...
Eames had caught herself in her trap, trying to trap Goren.
She had trapped with him.
- Don't worry... Goren brought his hand to the back of her neck, his cheeks pink. I won't look at you.
Goren don't looking at her...
A violent anger rose in her.
What did that mean...
That she wasn't the kind of woman he liked to see naked.
Eames stepped away from Goren, and stood on his feet, seeing a red-faced Goren looking away.
This doubled her anger.
She leaned on the edge of the tub, and rushed out of the tub.
She turned to Goren, her eyes dark.
- Don't worry, I won't force you to see my body.
Had he heard correctly...
Or had Eames just mumbled his words with bitterness.
To impose him the sight of his body...
Damn it...
If Eames knew what he really had in mind.
She would run away.
Eames put her feet on the floor, and in her anger to run and cover herself, she had totally forgotten that her towel was on the floor, and she tripped over it.
Eames felt a large hand on her waist, catching her just in time before she hit the ground.
- You're okay... Eames blushed violently, her heart pounding in her chest. You should be careful.
And you said you wouldn't look.
She would have liked to shout her words to him, but she didn't.
She turned around and glared at him.
- I have you just heard you slip...
So that was it.
Goren's Good Samaritan.
The one who annoyed her the most.
Goren had just heard him stumble, and had just wanted to help him.
He hadn't even tried to look at her.
Should she be grateful...
Or angry.
It was a nice gesture to help her...
But from another point of view...
It was hurtful.
Because it meant...
That she was not attractive enough.
Her breasts were too small...
And she knew it very well.
But she would have thought...
At Eames' taut body, Goren sensed that something was wrong.
Would he have said...
Or done...
Something bad.
He had told her not to look at her to respect her embarrassment...
Maybe she thought he hadn't kept his word by stopping her from falling.
Good God...
He was really struggling with her.
To know what she was thinking...
And really wanted.
The pink in the cheeks, Eames slapped her hand with all his might.
- Get off me. At the voice full of bitterness, Goren let go of Eames' waist. How can I believe you want to look at a bland girl like me.
A bland girl...
Had he heard correctly...
Eames was far from being a bland woman.
On the contrary.
She was a woman of passion...
With a small body to damn to saint.
He opened his eyes wide.
Oh...
So that was why.
All because he hadn't looked at her.
No but seriously...
Goren hadn't wanted to have his eyes gouged out.
He knew the little lady too well.
And above all...
Didn't Eames know that she was a very pretty woman.
Much more than three quarters of the women.
Eames did not use any artifice.
She was naturally beautiful.
In addition...
Speaking of looking at her...
No.
It was impossible.
He could never do such a thing.
But there was something he would want to know...
Or at least understand.
He had wanted to respect her embarrassment...
Don't looking at her.
And he had had the misfortune to keep his word...
And she took it badly.
Good God...
How should he behave with her.
Her words that she had just said to him were full of bitterness.
And zut...
He had to make her understand that she was mistaken.
Goren put his hand on Eames' wrist, stopping her in her tracks.
- I never said I didn't want to see you naked...
At his words, Eames blushed violently, her heart beating violently in her chest, ready to rupture.
Then she would be mistaken...
All of her anger vanished, giving way to a great relief.
So Goren had just admitted that he would like to see her naked.
So why didn't he...
Didn't he take a look.
Was it just out of respect for her.
She had to know for sure.
- You want to see me... Eames was becoming more and more scarlet, disturbed by Goren's words. Naked.
At her words, Goren became totally scarlet.
Good God...
What had he said.
He had said out loud what he was thinking softly.
But what had gotten into him.
And what was in the process of he doing...
Eames was naked...
And so was he.
And he was holding her by the wrist.
- Sorry...
Goren let go of Eames' wrist, and put his hand on the back of her neck, looked away, embarrassed by his gesture, and his words.
Eames brought her hand to her wrist, where Goren had put his fingers, and brought it to her heart.
She crouched down, picked up her towel, and put it on.
Finally clothed in her towel, which hid her private parts of her body, she walked to the sink, and took Goren's bath towel in her hands.
She brought her to her nose, and smelled her.
Her heart beat violently in her chest, ready to explode.
Damn it...
How good the towel smelled.
Such a masculine smell...
And that belonged to Goren.
She burst into flames.
Eames let out a sigh of ease from his lips.
No but...
What was that sigh...
And what the hell was she doing.
It was taking her a long time to bring him his towel.
Goren really wanted to know what she was doing.
And he was naturally very curious.
So he turned his head and his heart stopped at the sight of Eames smelling his towel.
No.
He was being in the process dreamy.
It was simply impossible.
Eames in the process feelling his towel.
He blushed violently.
Damn it...
Make don't stink.
Eames put the towel in his hands, and walked over to Goren.
He quickly looked away, his heart pounding in his chest, as if panicking at the thought of being caught watching her.
He didn't want Eames to think he was being a voyeur.
- I have my towel on me...
Of course he knew she had her towel on.
He had looked at it.
But he could never tell her.
So taking it upon himself, and acting as if nothing had happened, he turned his face towards Eames, who was walking straight towards him.
Good God...
The vision of Eames smelling his towel came back to his mind.
But he pushed the image out of his head, or else Eames would understand what he was thinking.
In addition...
At that moment...
He had only watched what she was doing...
And not her.
And in that moment...
Goren had a vision of Eames that took his breath away.
With her golden hair cascading like a silk curtain over her bare shoulders, the towel hiding her most secret parts, but showing long, thin legs.
Good God...
Eames really had a body to damn a saint.
And it was on him that she had set her heart on.
He still couldn't believe it.
How could a pretty girl like her...
Could she...
- Bobby...
At the small voice of Eames questioning him, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, discovering an Eames standing right there in front of him, holding out the towel.
Goren took the towel from Eames' hands.
- Can you...
At his words, Eames huffed in exasperation.
Damn it.
How long was this circus going to last.
No but really what a prude.
Eames had already seen what he had between his legs.
So once again...
What could did it make.
- Alex...
At Goren's insistent voice, Eames turned his back.
How could such a tall man, and without any restraint during the interrogations, be so shy in front of her.
It was hard to understand.
- It's okay... I won't look.
Goren wrapped the towel around his waist, and put his hands on the edge of the bathtub, taking support.
But impossible to get out.
His ankle refused to obey.
Name of God...
This was not the time.
He would have to ask Eames for help.
Couldn't he manage on his own...
Especially...
That despite his promise to be sage...
That Eames had made him...
He still distrusted her.
Goren didn't really trust Eames in that respect.
And he had his reasons.
Who assured him that Eames would not try anything.
Good God...
But what was taking Goren so long to get out of the tub.
Did he need help...
If so...
Why didn't he ask him.
What was he afraid of...
- You want me to help you...
Goren wanted to shout at him that no...
That he could manage very well on his own.
But how to say that without giving himself away.
With this damned ankle...
- I promise I won't try anything... Eames' voice was full of impatience. If that's what you're afraid of.
At his words, Goren looked at Eames' back, stunned.
So Eames was getting impatient.
And she understood very well why it was taking him so long.
And especially why...
He didn't ask her for help.
- Very well... Goren huffed in exasperation. Help me.
At his words, Eames turned around, facing Goren.
She put her hands under his arms, trying to help him as best she could to lift him up.
But she couldn't.
He was too heavy for her.
- Damn it... Eames grumbled. Put your hands on my shoulders... And lean on me.
No but...
Did Goren forget that he was taller, and much robust than her.
And that she alone could never lift him.
Her hands on his shoulders...
But they were naked.
He couldn't.
- Stop acting like a child... Eames was getting more and more annoyed. If you don't help me... I'll never be able to lift you... Sitting there and refusing to put her hands on his shoulders wasn't going to get him out of the tub. You're such a stubborn idiot.
A stubborn idiot...
Him.
No but...
She did not miss of nerve to tell him that.
Was she forgetting all her attempts...
He was just on his guard.
And then...
Eames was bitched more and more...
And knowing her...
She was going to end up being rude.
Very well...
Goren took a deep breath, and put his trembling hands on Eames' shoulders, his heart pounding violently in his chest.
He placed his fingers gently on Eames' shoulders.
My God...
Eames had such soft skin...
- Ah finally you decide...
At his words, Goren blushed violently, as if caught in the act.
If Eames knew...