Page 13 of My Single Dad SEAL

I decided to wing it and I entered the room on my left. The room was dark with little to no light seeping in through the window. I flipped on the light and that was when I realized that I had entered the wrong room.

The room set up immediately made me know that I was in George's room. It was all dark colors, gray and black adorned everything and I knew that I should have stepped out immediately, but I was intrigued to see what his bedroom looked like. To see where he slept at night.

His bed looked really comfortable. It was a queen size bed with gray bedding. There were files and an opened laptop on the table in front of the gray sofa by the side of the room.

He had artwork on the wall, but I noticed that he didn't have any pictures except one of Lily on his bedside shelf and it made me wonder what it was exactly. Was it that he was not a picture person or what was it?

I shook my head coming out of my thoughts and compelled my brain to focus on that moment, knowing that I had to get out of the room as soon as possible.

I wouldn't call what I was doing snooping. I was merely just looking around. Before I could get my brain to instruct my legs to move and walk out the door, he came out of the shower bathroom in nothing but a towel that hung low around his waist. He didn't see me at first, but it took him all of five seconds to realize that I was there and I could see hunger flash in his eyes.

That was my cue to get out of his room, to run away. But I didn't. I couldn't. I didn't want to because I was pulled in by the sheer beauty of him, his body half-naked, dripping with water.

I watched water drip from the top of his head down his square jaw line and fall onto his chest. It slid down the ridges of his abs and disappeared into the edge of his towel.

His body looked hard and beautiful, but what intrigued me the most was the tattoo that rested on his chest.

He had a tattoo on his left pec that extended down his left arm and ended close to the wrist. And on his waist was some scribbling that I couldn't decipher because half of it was covered by the towel. It made me want to pull it down a little just to see what it said.

And that led me to a whole train of thought knowing that just a slight pull was going to reveal him and all his glory and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to run my tongue along his abs.

He cleared his throat and that was when I saw that he had been looking at me and I was sure that he probably saw my eyes run down his body, and he knew what I was thinking.

"What are you doing here, Kat?" he asked. That was the first time that he called me by my name. He had always referred to me as Miss Williams and that was it.

The sound of my name on his lips heightened the desire that already welled up inside of me. The feeling of warmth at the pit of my stomach flowed all the way to my lady parts.

I could feel myself get wet just by the look of his body. I couldn't help but get distracted again, running my eyes along his arms. They landed on his strong hands. The things those hands could do to me if he wanted to.

"I believe that I asked a question," he said.

"Yes, I'm sorry. I thought this was Lily's room. I realized that it wasn't, and I should have gone out, but you came out almost immediately after I entered the room." I tried to maintain eye contact, but my eyes kept falling to his chest and then to his waist.

His stride towards me was slow, like a leopard stalking his prey. His eyes were focused on me like a wolf, peering at me.

When he got closer, I took a step back; I turned around and tried to hurry for the door. I managed to crack it open but it slammed almost immediately with his arm above my head.

I slowly turned around in the little space I was afforded between his body and the door. I pressed my back against the door, trying to prevent my body from touching his.

I saw his eyes fall lower and that was when I remembered the state I was in, how my top was transparent due to the water and it was as good as covering me with a see through nylon.

My hand shot up, to cover my bra. I chose the wrong day to wear my lace bra. It was all fabric and even as I covered myself with my arms, I could feel my nipples pressed against my palms. Nipples that hardened from the want of his hands on my breasts.

"Where are you running off to?"

"I should go. Lily is expecting me," I mumbled.

"You didn't seem so eager to leave when you were checking me out."

I wanted to look away, but it was like he held me still with his gaze.

"I was not checking you out," I lied.

"Well, I was checking you out. What do you expect a man to think when you walk into his room looking like that?"

"Trust me. This," I gestured to my body, "was not intentional." His gaze fell to my breast again when I took my hands off, and I quickly covered them again.

My entire body was flushed under his scrutiny. My ears felt hot, and my breath came out jagged.

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