Marina stepped out of the shower, her body still shrouded in steam, with drops of water trickling down her honey-hued skin. The white towel, too small to adequately cover her, could barely wrap around her torso. She dried herself with slow, deliberate movements, aware that the cessation of the shower's sound would undoubtedly pique his interest.

After a final glance in the steam-clouded mirror, Marina left the bathroom door slightly ajar, enough to offer a privileged view to anyone who might ...