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She shakes her head quickly.
“No,” she says. “Honestly, I’m fine. I was just a little bit shaken up, but I’m fine now, I swear.”
I consider insisting on taking her to the hospital whether she likes it or not, but we’ll sit there waiting for hours for her to be seen and she’ll be freezing in her wet clothes. She really does seem to be fine, and I can’t see what the doctors at the emergency room could do for her. The water is out of her lungs and she’s reacting normally, breathing normally.
“Just please don’t fire me,” she whispers.
I shake my head. “Fire you? For almost drowning? Jeez, Amelia what sort of a bastard do you think I am?”
She looks down into her lap and I realize that with the hand she has been dealt in life, she has no reason to think I would react to this, to her, with kindness. Well, I’m going to show her that the whole world isn’t a bad place.
“Look, if you don’t want to go to the emergency room then we won’t. But you’re going to have a nice hot bath and I’m going to put those clothes in the dryer… if I can find where it is.”
Her eyebrows rise. “You don’t know where the dryer is?”
I shake my head. “Nope.”
“It’s in the laundry room next to the kitchen.”
“Right. Let’s get you out of your wet clothes then.” I stand and offer her my hand.
As I pull her to her feet the towel slips, and I can’t help but notice the way her wet clothes cling to her body. Fuck me, she certainly has curves in all the right places. Those hips. Those breasts. That voluptuous ass.
I force myself to look away from her body as I hold open the door for her to enter the house.
“Come on,” I say briskly, and direct her towards the staircase. “I’ll run a nice hot bath for you. It will relax and warm you through properly.”
“Thank you,” she says, her voice small and unsure.
I open my bedroom door and walk towards the ensuite bathroom. “Won’t be long. Just make yourself comfortable,” I throw over my shoulder.
I turn the water on. I look through the cupboard until I find some bath salts and add them to the water. I leave her a stack of clean towels and I put a bottle of shampoo on the end of the bath for her. Then I grab a fluffy white robe from the hook on the back of the door and go back to the bedroom.
Amelia is still standing where I left her.
“I didn’t want to leave a wet patch on your bed,” she explains.
She catches herself and blushes bright red at her choice of phrase. I pretend I haven’t noticed the double meaning of her words and hold the robe out to her.
“If you want to go into the bathroom and put this on first and give me your clothes before you get in the bath, I’ll get them into the dryer straight away.”
She chews her lower lip. “Everyone’s gone, haven’t they?”
“Yup. No one will ever know you were in my tub.”
“I just wanted to say, thank you for saving my life.”
She goes into the bathroom. I don’t have long to wait before her arm snakes around the door, holding her clothes out to me.
“Take as long as you want,” I say. “Get warmed back up. Relax a little.”
“Thank you, Viktor,” she calls from behind the door.
I change into a clean pair of trousers and go down to the laundry room. I put Amelia’s clothes in the dryer and notice she hasn’t given me her underwear. Once the dryer is going, I go back upstairs to the bedroom. I pull out my laptop and look through some emails, but I can’t concentrate.
My thoughts keep returning to the fact that Amelia is on the other side of the bathroom door, naked, her skin wet and slippery with soap.
My cock gets hard just thinking of her like that.