The door creaked open revealing her almost naked. Only a towel was wrapped around her body. Her hair was damp, droplets of water slid down her neck.
Her brown orbs met mine and she froze.
I saw her eyes dilate but then she looked away, so did I.

The sight looked tempting as I didn't have sex for the last 4 months. Work, you see. So, anything could excite my friend down there.

I stretched my hand and offered her the shirt, my fingers tightened around its fabric. She took it---snatched it. And slammed the door at my face. Brat.

I quickly spun around and made my way back to the bed. I swiped my phone out of my jean pocket and texted Andrew that we reached.

I heard footsteps toward the bed. I looked up and regretted it instantly.
She dropped the towel. I froze. She was standing only in underwear and a transparent t-shirt? Oh wait, a tank top, I guess that is what they call it.

I looked straight into her eyes so I may not look into the dangerous areas.
My heart rate sped up, I felt my little friend stirring. Shit.

I narrowed my eyes at her and she glared back at me. Her arms folded against her... almost exposed chest.

"You are such a woman-hater. You hate a female body too? That's why you can't even look at one?" she said. Her body making it difficult for me to pay attention to her words.

Was she crazy? What the hell? Of course, I was a man who has needs. I was straight.

"No--what? You presume that I am gay or what? " I said.

She chuckled. Her eyes crinkled with amusement.

"You fuck women but you hate them. So, you hate the source of your pleasure only?" she mocked. Her hands folded against her chest.

As her eyes threw daggers at me, her almost nakedness sent thunderbolts down my sanity.

I got up and grabbed her chin tightly in between my fingers and forced myself to look threateningly into her eyes.

"Listen, miss. Don't push me over the edge. I've been really tolerant till now which is not one of my favorite traits. So, stay the hell away from my business."I seethed at her. With that, I left her chin and she gritted her teeth.

"Keep your hand off me, you abusing a piece of crap," she roared, her eyes fuming. Her brown orbs seemed to glint with rage, her nose flared. She seemed to slay the angry look.

I picked up my jacket from the bed and put it on.

My breathing turned ragged. I started to see red so I walked out of the room to cool down.

I couldn't decipher what I was feeling. Desperate, angry or aroused?

I was standing outside the motel with a cigarette in my hand.

The cold crisp air ruffled my hair and I sighed. I closed my eyes and I saw her.
Dark hair, dark eyes, and a smart mouth. A splitting image of her.

No, no no no. Don't think of her again. She's gone. And, she'll never come back.

My past haunted me every night as soon as my eyes drooped. My breathing hitched, I rubbed my chest to calm the burning sensation.

I lit the cigarette and took a few long drags. The burning sensation in my chest subsided as the nicotine did its magic.

The cold air roused goosebumps on my skin. I pulled the jacket closer.

Pushing those thoughts away, I trudged inside as it was freezing outside by now. I walked inside the room and found her sleeping on the bed with the pillow and the blanket I had kept on the couch, leaving me with just nothing.

She was impossible. Ignoring her existence, I rushed toward my phone which I kept at the bedside table but now was lying on the couch.

Your cell phone is password secured, idiot.

I shook my head at my apprehension.

I was out in the cold with just my jacket as my shirt was lying on the floor. So, she didn't wear it. Feisty bitch.

I picked up the shirt and placing it on the center table, I lied down on the couch, closing my eyes I waited for the new day.

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The sound of waves hummed in my ears, the soft smell of..wait, the intoxicating smell of tobacco flooded my senses. I realized I'm back home to Australia.

I was welcomed by the wonderful sight of our home. When I first came here, boss reprimanded me saying this was not a house but a home. He always said that the family was the most precious gift of life. He treated us like his own sons. Yes, we sealed illegal deals but sometimes, the right way didn't do it. But, he was a strong believer of love.

Andrew came to pick us up and had been chatting with her since then. I wondered how.

"So, Ashley that means you fancy spicy food isn't it?" Andrew asked while grinning.

"Yes, you know cause I'm half Indian and if there'no spice, then is it even food?" She replied back with a smile. Her eyes twinkled when she did that.

I eavesdropped in the middle of their conversation, accidentally of course. Andrew was really good at persuasion, in layman's term-- fraternizing.

So, her name was Ashley.

This was the first time she smiled.

So, what you idiot? My inner self snapped back at me.

I cleared my throat and they went silent, following me inside.

I took a long, cold shower as I was back into my damn room. I have missed the sun in London. I had been busy with other work there so I wasn't really here for the last few months.

Buttoning my blue shirt, I wondered what Ashley might be doing. I meant, if she was creating some other trouble, you know. It felt weird to think of her with her name. KitKat was better.

"You might wanna check on your little kitten."

I recognized the deep voice of Hudson. He was leaning against the wall with a smirk plastered over his face. He was the popular dude of our team drooled by the female population for his I didn't know what charms.

So, I guess she welcomed herself on her own.

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What has she done now?