The towel traced his six-pack abs, each ridge catching the light as he dried off with care, and lower, over his wide, strong hips and toned thighs, his pussy warm and sensitive beneath dark hair. He stepped out first, water streaming down his tall, athletic frame, his skin flushed from the heat and their intimate tangle. He opened the lingerie drawer, the faint scent of lavender wafting up as silk and lace spilled into view. Main people are Reynolds, the VP–bald guy, loud as hell–and Patel, the analyst–quiet,Sensitive wears glasses.