#Chapter 238 - Shower

Kent’s eyes go to the floor with the bra, and then his gaze slowly travels up my body as I shimmy out of my panties and then kick them away when they hit the tiles. “This isn’t going to work, Fay,” Kent says, his voice low with warning. “You’re not going to seduce me out of answering your questions or being pissed at you –“ “I’m not trying to, Kent,” I say, my voice calm as I turn away and walk into the water. “I’m just taking a shower. I’ll answer whatever questions you have.” For a second I close my eyes and gasp a little as the water hits my skin. This shower is a marvel of engineering, with water shooting from at least six points strategically positioned on the walls and the ceiling. Most of the water falls directly from above, mimicking a rain storm. I take a moment to tilt my head back, letting it wash over me, and I’m drenched in seconds. But after I’ve gotten used to it, I turn back to Kent, unsurprised to see him glaring at me, fully dressed, from the edge of the tiles whe