“Maybe I should’ve investigated you,” emphasis on you, “before letting you sign that contract.” Guilt washes over Eshe as she turns in her seat to face a stoic, dripping wet Damien donning a white towel around his waist.
“How much did you hear?” Sheepishly she turns back to face the bar, wishing it was Zeke or even Spencer that overheard. As Damien approaches the bar, she sits on the edge of her seat in suspense for his reaction. He steps behind the bar and squats down, grabbing a bottle of water from the mini fridge.
“Enough to know your older siblings are running away from a delinquent past and they left you and Nia behind.” Just barely glancing at Eshe from above the counter, he grabs a second bottle and sets it on the counter before standing with the other in hand. Her eyes fixate on water droplets trickling down his muscular chest and torso, leading her eyes to the V at his waistline. Biting her bottom lip and clenching her thighs together, his appearance entrances her.