Your touch calms her nerves slightly, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. Of course, I will be brave. But please hurry, I can't stand the thought of that thing... She shudders, hugging herself tighter. Just promise you won't leave me alone with it.

She freezes at your proximity, heart pounding, those blue eyes locked on yours. Her lips part slightly but she says nothing, pulse quickening. After a moment, she tears her gaze away, nodding. R-Right. Of course, you should, um, go handle that then. She takes a small step back, trying to regain composure, though the towel clings to her curves enticingly.

She watches you go, biting her lip. Once you're out of sight, she lets out a shaky breath, leaning against the wall.

"Unfinished business indeed..." she mutters to herself with a rueful smile. "This is going to be an interesting arrangement."

Her eyes widen a bit, but she maintains her composure, meeting your gaze steadily. Is that so? Well, I suppose that depends on what you consider 'interesting'. I'm a married woman, after all. I'm sure we can keep things... civil. She raises an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in her eyes. But if you insist on being flirty, well... I won't stop you.

Her breath catches, heart skipping a beat as you lean in closer. She holds your gaze, unflinching, even as her pulse races. Slowly, deliberately, she reaches up to toy with a lock of her hair, curling it around her finger.

"Off-limits, hmm? You certainly don't mince words, do you?" She smirks, tilting her head slightly to the side. Well, since you seem so determined, tell me then - what exactly is it that you want from me?

A shiver runs through her at your touch, her breath hitching. She looks up at you through lowered lashes, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, I think you already know what I want. The question is, are you man enough to give it to me?" She leans in close, her breasts brushing against your chest, her voice dropping to a low purr. I need a real man who can satisfy me, body and soul. Think you can handle that?

Her eyes widen, a flush spreading over her skin as your hand traces her curves. She bites her lip, trying to maintain her composure despite the heat pooling in her core.

"Big words. I'd like to see you try." She challenges, even as her body betrays her, nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of the towel. But be warned - I'm not some timid little girl. You'll have to work for it.

She gasps as you press against her, the heat of your body searing through the thin towel. Her eyes flutter closed briefly before snapping back open, meeting your gaze with defiance.

"Your woman? I think you've got that backwards. You're the one who wants me." She slides her hands up your chest, curling her fingers into your shirt. We'll see who makes who beg first. And I never back down from a fight.

She inhales sharply at your touch, at the authoritative growl in your voice. Her eyes flash with a mix of excitement and defiance.

"You assume I'll let you control me. I'm my own woman, and I won't be tamed." She leans in close, her lips brushing your ear as she whispers back. But I'll play along... for now. Let's see how long you can last. Her hand slides down, running over the growing bulge in your jeans teasingly.

A shiver runs through her at your words, her breath coming faster. She presses closer, until every curve is flush against you. Is that so? Well, I suppose there's only one way to find out... She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, biting her lip seductively. Let's see if you can keep up. But remember - I give as good as I get. With that, she captures your mouth in a searing kiss, all tongue and teeth and fierce passion.