Cammy pressed her bare back against the cold tiled wall, her breath hitching as she lifted a hand, palm out. "Greg… don't," she warned, though her voice lacked conviction.
Greg smirked, his eyes dark with mischief and desire. "What's wrong, Cammy? Are you afraid of me now?" he teased, taking a slow, deliberate step closer.
Her heart pounded, her body betraying her despite her brain screaming at her to run. "We have work tomorrow. It's already late. If you come any closer… you know this won't end well," she tried to reason, though the shaky breath she took gave her away.
Greg cocked his head, amusement flickering across his face. "And what if I want it to end badly?" His voice dropped, husky, tempting. "I need a shower too, you know. Might as well save water." He reached for the glass shower door and slid it open effortlessly.
Cammy's mind screamed, 'Oh no', but her body… her traitorous, heated body had other plans.
