Chapter 5 – The Shower Room
By the time they captured the bug and checked the rest of the area, it was late afternoon. Connor didn't have time to go to the flat to clean up, so he decided to make use of the shower at the ARC. Thankfully, he had a change of clothes in his locker. He grabbed his shampoo and a towel and headed for the men's showers.
Abby rubbed her hand through her hair and pulled a few stray leaves out of the messy strands. She was tired and dirty. Falling down a hillside had put grass stains on her jeans and torn her top. She decided a quick shower would be a nice way to relax before heading home. She grabbed her soap and headed for the showers. To Abby's annoyance, the women's shower room was closed for repairs. She glanced at the door to the men's shower. She didn't hear any water running and the place looked deserted. "My lucky day," she said happily as she pushed open the door and headed for the nearest stall. She hung up her towel and pulled off her filthy jeans and top.
She had just removed her bra, when she heard the door to the stall across the room pop open. She whirled toward the sound in surprise as Connor stepped into the common area with a small towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still dripping wet and rivulets of water ran down his chest and along his stomach muscles to trail off into the material of the towel, which was slung low across his hips.
Abby stared in amazement. Connor was gorgeous. She made a small squeak of appreciation. Connor jumped; startled that anyone was there. His eyes flew to Abby's bare breasts, registering their beautiful shape. Then he slowly looked down the length of her body, all the way to her bare feet. The sight of her wearing only her tiny pink knickers made his mouth go dry. For a moment, they both gazed at each other in admiration, then Connor broke the spell by lifting his eyes to hers and saying, "Abby, what are you doing here?"
Abby wrapped her arms over her breasts, "Sorry, Connor. The women's shower is broken and I didn't think anyone was in here."
He swiftly turned his back to her, trying to hide the obvious effect her body had on him. "It's O.K., I'll get my clothes and get out. I'll guard the door for you so no one else comes in."
"Thanks, I'll hurry," she promised as she closed the door to her stall. She waited until she heard Connor get dressed and leave the room, before she let out the breath she had been holding. She turned the water taps on full force and attacked her dirty hair. As she washed, she constantly had to turn her thoughts away from Connor's well-toned chest.
In the hall, Connor leaned against the door to the men's shower room. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't get the image of Abby's body out of his head.