Chapter Twenty
Irene had showered carefully. She needed to be sure that the last essence of Pamela’s love-making and the smell of chlorine from the hot tub, were erased from her body. Irene soaped-up and rinsed meticulously. She shampooed. Then, still soaking wet, she grabbed a fluffy towel and returned to him. A little water on the bedroom carpet wouldn’t hurt any.
Irene stepped from the bathroom and tossed him the towel. “Here,” she said. “Do something useful.” And she turned her back to him, gripped the edge of her vanity and studied him in the glass. “C’mon, rub me down. I’m getting cold.”
Adam felt an instant wave of nausea. The blood drained from his face leaving him chilled and clammy.
Irene steadied herself against the vanity, hoping for a vigorous rub down but Adam was clumsy
