Ashlan had definitely gone MIA, which was more than fair seeing as they’d been her days off. But with the last time I’d seen her being the day she’d walked in on me buck-ass naked, I hoped it wouldn’t be weird when I saw her next. Maybe she’d been traumatized by the whole thing. She’d gaped at me like she’d never seen a penis before, so maybe I’d scarred her for life. Would she quit over this? Hell, I should have covered up quicker. I’d been so mesmerized by the way she’d looked at me, lips parted and eyes half-mast—I’d taken my sweet-ass time wrapping that towel around my waist.
