Zayela stood there, framed in the doorway, wearing only a towel. It wasn't wrapped carelessly; it was tight, holding just enough to cover her, but her body pushed the limits.
Her voluptuous breasts strained the top, pulling it forward and up so her thighs were almost fully exposed. Just a little more and he'd see everything. If she turned, he was sure the curve of her ass would be slipping out the back.
She stepped into the small room, the plush carpet muffling her footsteps, and his heart began to hammer in his chest.
For a few seconds, he just stared.
"Wha-what are you doing?" Nash stuttered, his eyes wide and his mouth agape.
Zayela's expression tightened for a moment; she held the towel tighter, and not before Nash caught a glimpse of her bare shoulder and the swell of one breast.
"I just thought, after your... long day, you might want some company," she said, her voice wavering. "It's just a bath. Nothing more."
