His place was four blocks away, far enough for them to get drenched when the clouds opened again to deliver a short, furious pounding of rain. By the time they reached his apartment, their hair was flattened to their skulls and their clothing plastered to their skin. Gloria’s teeth chattered. As Bryan unlocked his door, he tried not to focus on the way her nipples bunched against the thin fabric of her sundress. “Please come in.” He gestured her inside and swept his arm toward the sofa. “Have a seat.” Gloria shook her head, looking as forlorn as a wet cat. “I’m soaked. I don’t want to ruin your furniture.” He cursed himself for letting her stand there shivering. “Hold on.” From the bathroom, he fetched a fresh bath towel and draped it around her shoulders. As she wiped the wetness from her face and hair, he grabbed a towel for himself. Scrubbing the terry cloth against his scalp, he stalked to the bedroom and pulled a silk bathrobe from the closet. An almost forgotten Christmas gift from his mother, he never wore it.
