121 — CAUGHT

Alex perked up immediately.

“Really? Can you describe the tattoo? Do you remember what it looked like?”

Camila groaned and held her head between her hands.

“Ease off. You’re asking too many questions.”

Alex sighed deeply, deciding that she was right. He had to ease off. She was still under the powerful effect of whatever drug they’d given to her and he did not want to trigger her symptoms.

Suddenly, Camila got to her feet and yawned, lifted her hands above her head in a long, satisfying stretch.

In the process, the towel that he’d had wrapped around her fell off, revealing the glistening, naked skin of her back, thighs and plump arse to Alex’s hungry eyes.

It took a lot of self control for him to clear his throat and step back. He hurried to his wardrobe and picked out one of his favourite flannel shirts for her.

The shirt was old and soft from over washing, but most importantly, it was comfortable to sleep in.

“Here.” He stretched the shirt in her direction without looking at her.