Goren laid his hands flat against the shower wall, raised his head and closed his eyes, letting the cold water run over his face and body, trying to calm the fire that was still smouldering inside him, and the pounding of his heart, at the memory of what had just happened with Eames.
In thinking about Eames...
She was naked, in bed, dozing.
At this thought, his whole body burst into flames.
Goren had hoped that a cold shower would calm him down...
But it didn't.
He was still just as obsessed by the body of the little blonde woman in his bed.
What's more, asleep, she came and pressed herself against him, her back brushing against his chest, and her well rounded little buttocks, to what he had in his crotch, which had made him get out of bed quickly, and rush to the shower, so as not to risk jumping on her.
Good God...
What the hell was the matter with him, reacting like that.
To be so out of control with his impulses.
He'd never been like this, never behaved like this.
This was the first time.
But for his cause, it had to be said that the woman he'd slept with was the insatiable type, very receptive and very hot.
And that she had a very pretty body, and very beautiful curves.
At this thought, he became even more inflamed.
But he put his hand to his forehead and hit himself, trying to pull himself together and get his thoughts out of his head.
Because if it continued to obsess him so much, he was going to end up going mad.
What's more, Goren had to think about how to deal with what had happened with Eames, and above all, how he was going to behave with her when she woke up tomorrow morning.
And that was what was bothering him most.
Eames was the kind of woman who, if he had to admit it, scared him.
Goren wasn't at all reassured by the reaction Eames would have when she realised what had happened between them.
And when she understood...
Good God...
How was he going to get out of this.
Firstly, he absolutely had to stop thinking about what had happened.
And secondly, try to think about how he was going to act when the little blonde woke up.
Oh my God...
But her body was all sore.
As if she'd been exercising all night.
Which she hadn't.
So why was her body aching.
Eames opened her eyes, the daylight blinding her.
She tried to adjust her vision and looked around her room.
But Eames didn't recognise her room.
Where was she...
- You're awake at last...
At the masculine voice that Eames knew so well, she looked in the direction the voice was coming from, and her heart stopped.
My God...
What was Goren doing at the entrance to the room, leaning against the wall, looking at her and not moving.
What did that mean.
And why was Goren there too.
Could it be that she was at his place.
She returned her gaze to the room, realising that it was a male bedroom, and that there were a few things lying around on a desk, like books and, above all, Goren's document holder.
So she was at his place.
But what did that mean.
Eames needed to understand, and to know, what she was doing in his bed.
- Why am I in your bed.
She straightened up and pushed back the sheet.
At Goren's reaction, he jumped, and unsettled, his face flushed red as he put his hand to the back of his neck and looked away, embarrassed, she looked down at her body and realised that she wasn't wearing anything, that she was naked.
When she realised this, she grabbed the sheet and pulled it over her, hiding her body from Goren's eyes, and part of her face, which was all red.
Name of God...
But why was she naked.
Don't tell me…
Eames could only remember the restaurant where she had been with Goren, and that she had had a bit too much to drink.
But after that, it was a complete blur.
- Bobby... What's happened.
What had happened...
How to tell him.
He had done everything to delay the moment.
And now, Goren didn't know what to do.
- Tell me, the truth.
Tell her the truth...
When she found out...
- Bobby...
So, summoning up all his courage, he let his hand fall from the back of her neck and walked towards her.
Eames didn't take her eyes off him as he walked towards her, and her heart raced, and her body ignited.
No, what was the matter with her, reacting like that.
What was wrong with her.
When he reached the bed, Goren took his place on the edge, not far from Eames, making the mattress sag under his weight.
- Alex... He looked down, not daring to look at her, and clasped his hands nervously on his thighs. You and I... have... slept together.
What.
She and Goren had…
But no, that was impossible.
Goren was delirious, and is invented films.
- You're wrong.
Being wrong...
Goren couldn't be wrong absolutly.
He looked up at Eames, his face serious.
- You told me you were my birthday present.
Pardon.
Eames had told Goren that she was his birthday present.
But no, that was impossible.
She'd bought him a present.
Besides, why would she want to be his present?
It wasn't sensible.
But little by little, flashbacks of what had happened last night popped into her head.
And suddenly, Eames realised that what Goren had said was true.
Mortified and ashamed to have behaved like that, she blushed violently and buried her face in her hands.
- I...
My God...
What had possessed her to behave like that.
Especially since, in her flashbacks, she'd shown no restraint whatsoever, behaving like a slut.
To the point where she'd indulged in some privacies with him, against his agreement, in a public place.
My God…
What would he think of her now.
And all this, Eames was sure, was because she'd had too much to drink.
Seeing Eames's embarrassment, Goren brought his hands to hers, lowered them to reveal his flushed face, and clasped his fingers in hers.
- Alex... I...
- Don't say anything. I'm already ashamed of myself. For behaving like this. Eames screamed, his face red with shame. What are you must have thought of me. That I was easy. And a slut.
But no.
Goren would never think that of Eames.
On the contrary...
Just because she'd behaved shamelessly and without restraint didn't mean she was an easy lay and a slut.
What's more, he hadn't held back either.
But never mind, that wasn't what mattered.
Goren had to try and reassure Eames, and find out what was going to happen now that they'd jumped the gun.
- Alex... What's going to happen... Now, between us.
At his words, Eames looked at Goren as if forbidden.
What was going to happen between them...
But nothing at all.
And what was this us thing.
What did Goren think.
That because she'd slept with him, she'd given him her heart.
What's more, everything they'd done that night should have been enough for him for many years to come.
But despite everything, Eames had to admit that, if she listened to her body, she'd be going through the same thing as last night.
But she wouldn't.
That wasn't going to happen.
Eames had made a mistake, she wouldn't do it again.
- I know I should never have accepted what you were offering me. He put his hand to the back of her neck and stroked it nervously, but kept his other hand in hers. But you were so insistent... And very desirable.
Very desirable...
So Goren admitted that he wasn't insensitive to her, and that he hadn't been able to resist temptation, like any normal man.
But at the idea that he wanted her, his whole body ignited.
And all she wanted was for him to join her in bed.
But she pulled herself together, cursing her weakness.
What's more, it was never meant to happen again.
- If you want to go and have a shower... You probably want to wash up.
Wash up...
Eames made a pretty "o" with his lips.
Did he think she felt dirty because she'd slept with him.
So, not at all.
But Goren was right, a shower could only do him good.
For one thing, it would calm her body.
And she could think more clearly.
- I'd like that.
Goren let go of her hand to get up from the bed and fetch her a towel.
With the towel in hand, and making a diversion through the living room, he picked up Eames' things, which were still on the floor, and returned to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, he walked over to her and handed her the towel and her things, which she took.
- Thank you.
Goren nodded his thanks and headed towards the bedroom exit, but stopped.
- The bathroom is the first door on the right opposite the bedroom. Make yourself at home.
With that, he left the room, leaving a very puzzled Eames.