Page 8 of The Anti-Bachelorette (The Anti-Bachelorette 1)

He opens the door, and I see his clothes were actually on the floor. He was just trying to press my buttons once again. I don’t know why I am ever surprised. He picks up his clothes and turns back to me. He smirks this time. “You want your towel back?”

My eyes automatically go down to the towel wrapped around him, and I notice it is one of mine and not my dads. I narrow my eyes at him. “You didn’t.”

He just grins back. “Sorry. I forgot to grab one. You're lucky I found yours. Otherwise I would have come out into this hall completely naked.”

Once again my eyes trail down his body and stop at the towel around his waist. He’s completely naked underneath that small piece of fabric. I look back up to his eyes. “Keep it. Like I’d ever use a towel that has touched your body.”

I quickly look away again. I can’t stand that he looks just as good without a shirt as with one. I was kind of hoping his shirts just made him appear to have a good body, but there’d actually be someone more normal underneath, but no, of course the asshole has to have rippled abs to go along with those perfect forearms.

He just smirks again. “Hey, it was a clean body. I used some of that champagne scented body wash you got in there too. Not really sure how a wash that smells like alcohol is a thing, but it probably kills more germs that way huh?”

I point at the door. “Just get out!”

He just smiles at me and walks toward the door in nothing but his towel. I swear he has a little swagger to his walk as he leaves, and I can’t lie. I checked out his ass the whole way. What? If he wants to put on a little show, the least I can do is look.

After he leaves, I go to inspect my bathroom. I’m surprised when I walk in. It doesn’t look like anyone was in here. In fact, it looks like Alaric actually cleaned my shower when he was done using it. Maybe he just didn’t want me to find out he used it. That has to be it. He couldn’t possibly just have cleaned it after using it just to be nice.

After I checked the rest of the house to make sure he didn’t mess with anything else, I decide to finally take that bubble bath I had been planning on. I start the water and fill it up with extra bubbles. I get in and am trying to relax, but I just can’t quite seem to get in a comfortable position.

All I can think about is how Alaric was standing in here not too long ago completely naked. I keep imagining the water running down his body washing away all the dirt and sweat that he had on him when he left my office earlier. I imagine him scrubbing it off and shampooing his hair.

I don’t know when it started, but I noticed I am washing my breasts in the tub over and over again. My fingers find their way to my hard nipples and squeeze on them a little. My right hand slides down my body, and my fingers slide down into my folds.

Then I start wondering if Alaric touched himself in here. Guys jack off in the shower all the time, and it’s a Friday. It wouldn’t be too crazy to try to relieve some stress for the weekend. Hell, isn’t that what I am doing? My fingers start running circles over my clit as I picture Alaric reaching down to stroke himself. I close my eyes for a moment, and it’s like he is back in here with me. I can see him standing in front of me with the water running down his body with his cock fisted in his hand. I see him gripping it harder as he gets closer to the edge.

I stretch my hand further down, and slide a finger inside of myself and then another. I continue to pump as I imagine Alaric. I am so close, and I actually scream out, “Come for me Alaric.”

My imagination does glorious things as I imagine his cum shooting out down my shower wall. It takes me right over the edge as I climax right in the tub.

After I come down from the high, I feel regret immediately. Did I really just masterbate to that bastard? What is wrong with me?

The more I think about it though, the more I wonder if he really did touch himself in the shower. Maybe that’s why he cleaned it so well. Had to hide the evidence. Plus, he was in an awfully good mood when I found him. I guess I’ll never know unless I straight up asked him, which definitely is not going to happen.

I get out of the tub and head to the kitchen. Since the bubble bath didn’t work to relax me, I’m going to have to resort to good old fashion wine. At the very least, it’ll put me to sleep.

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