On Purpose
The second time was on purpose.
Having finished her dinner, Polka left her room and strode down the marble hallway, trying very hard to look both completely innocent and as though she knew where she was going. (It wasn't working very well.)
Frederic saw me naked…okay, I had a towel, but that hardly counts. I think I'll see if I can get even. If I can't, I'll just say…I wanted to thank him for bringing me dinner. Right. That should work. She blushed brightly. I can't believe I'm doing this…
She came to a door that had been left slightly ajar and peered in. Is this it? Her eyes widened at what she saw.
While she had been eating, it seemed as though Frederic had also gotten dinner and was now changing for bed. There was a bottle of wine on the table in addition to the fancy plate and silverware. From the way he was fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, she guessed he must have drank quite a lot, and she felt her face heat up as he shed his shirt. He has…a nice body.
As he reached for his pants, she sucked in her breath. A bit more than "nice" actually. Wow… Unfortunately, the door she was leaning against opened inwards, so as she pressed closer for a better view, it gave up its increasingly tenuous claim of being partially closed…
And flew open, causing her to all but fall into the room.
Frederic flinched backwards; she was disappointed to see him reaching for his shirt again as he asked, "Polka, what are you doing here?"
She sat up, blushing and stammering. "Umm…" I was spying on you to get back at you for seeing me naked I think you're sexy please take me I'm yours!
"S-sorry. I wanted to…" Ravish you senseless! "…thank you for bringing me my dinner. So thank you I'll be going now bye!" She scrambled to her feet and raced out of the room, throwing her last words over her shoulder.
As he watched her leave, Frederic remembered her blushing face (and he was definitely not going to think about any other part of her body, no way) and sat down hard on the edge of the bed.
Now I remember why I got so drunk in the first place. I wonder what she would have done if I had asked her to stay…
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(Later, much later, he will find out. And after he does, his door will always be left just a little bit ajar.)
