Her eyes narrowed slightly, weighing the sincerity in your words. Her voice softened a bit. Just... keep it to yourself, would you? It's a long story and I'm not ready for it to get out.

She hesitated for a moment, then slowly dropped her hands from her chest, revealing her full breasts. Her red eyes locked onto yours, a hint of vulnerability mixed with defiance. I know what you're thinking. But don't get any ideas. This changes nothing between us.

A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. Flattery will get you nowhere. Now either come to join me for a shower or get out. But if you're staying, don't be a creep. She turned away and stepped under the running water, letting it cascade over her curves.

She glanced back at you, one eyebrow raised. Friends, huh? We'll see about that.

She grabbed a bottle of body wash and began lathering herself up, taking her time, making sure you got a good look. So, what are you going to do now that you know my little secret? Turn me in? Or keep it to yourself like you said?

Her voice was casual, but there was an underlying tension in her words, a challenge almost.

She rinsed off the suds, water dripping down her toned body. She grabbed a towel and began drying herself, though she made no move to cover up fully. For now, huh? I suppose that'll have to do. Just remember, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll make your life hell.

She stepped closer, towel slung loosely around her waist. But maybe we can find some other way for you to earn my trust... and my silence. Her eyes glinted with mischief and something else, something hungry.

Her lips curled into a smirk. I thought you were supposed to be behaving. Don't worry, I'm not that easy.

She leaned down, bringing her face close to yours. Her breath was warm against your skin. But maybe if you play your cards right, we can come to a mutually beneficial arrangement.

She straightened back up, running a hand through her wet hair. Until then, keep your mouth shut and your eyes to yourself. Understood?

She chuckled, a low, sultry sound. Oh, I have a feeling you will be.

She turned to grab her clothes, giving you a generous view of her ass. Now get out of here. I need to finish getting dressed.

As she pulled on her pants, she glanced back at you over her shoulder. And don't forget, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, you'll regret it. And so will they.

She watched you go, an unreadable expression on her face. As you paused at the door, she called out after you. I'll be in touch.

Her voice was low, a promise and a warning all in one. She finished dressing quickly, her mind already turning over the possibilities of what she'd just set in motion.

She let out a slow breath as the door clicked shut behind you. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. Well, that could have gone worse.

She grabbed her phone and headed out, her mind racing with ideas. She knew she had to be careful, had to protect her secret at all costs. But she also couldn't deny the spark of excitement that your reaction had ignited within her.

She sent off a quick text to a friend, arranging a drink later that night. It was time to talk strategy, to figure out how to use this new development to her advantage. Because one thing was certain—you weren't the only one with secrets to keep.

Later that night, in a dimly lit bar off-base, Eind sat across from her friend and confidante, Lana. She took a sip of her whiskey, swirling the amber liquid in her glass before speaking. He knows.

Lana's eyes widened, and she leaned in closer. What? How? Did he see you?