I gazed at the space Henry had left behind, feeling more than a little conflicted.

I wasn't sure what had just happened, or, for that matter, what I had wanted to happen, but I knew damn well that I needed to not be naked around my boss like that again unless I was sure!

"See you there." I whispered to the empty room.

How had I gone from sleeping deeply on the cloud like pillows and super soft sheets, to naked and blushing, staring at Henry? The moment the phone slipped from my grip, I hadn't even thought about the noise I made. Living alone, I had no one to worry about but myself usually.

Then his footsteps rushed towards me and everything felt like it was moving in slow motion as I tried desperately to disguise my lack of clothing. It wasn't like I normally wore anything to bed, but in my boss's house? Well it had felt a little scandalous slipping under the covers last night.

Coming face-to-face with him, naked as the day I was born, I was absolutely regretting my decision to put comfort over what was likely more socially acceptable.

Would my humiliation never end? Looking at where he had made his hasty exit, I realised he hadn't quite shut the door behind him and it left me with something of a conundrum. How was I supposed to close it when I was naked, and what if he came back along?

Eventually I managed to tug the tartan blanket up the bed and wrap it around myself tightly enough to survive the few steps it took to get close enough to the door that I could kick it closed.

My back pressed to the door, I could finally breathe again. Then I thought about Henry and just how good he had looked running in to my rescue wearing only navy pyjama bottoms. The way they had hung low on his waist revealing a set of washboard abs.

A little moan escaped me as heat pooled between my legs. I crossed them in an effort to pretend it wasn't happening, but the pressure didn't help. There was no denying, I had to get out of this house and back to a safe distance before anything happened that would ruin our ability to work together, forever.

Retrieving my clothes from around the room, I stacked them with the towels and peeked out into the hallway. No sign of Mr Tall Dark and Bossy. Re-wrapping the blanket around myself, I held it tightly closed with one hand and opened the door fully. When I was sure there were no sounds, I grabbed the stack of towels and clothes and half ran down the corridor to the bathroom.

With a final glance back at his closed bedroom door, I gave myself a mental shake and locked the door behind me.

I had never seen such a fancy bathroom. With the beautifully displayed shells and vases, it resembled a spa more than it did a home. A lady's shampoo and shower gel were balanced on the side of the bath and I smiled at how thoughtful that was.

Though another part of me wondered why he had them in the first place? Maybe he just liked to be prepared? Or maybe I wasn't the first woman to stay there? I knew which was more likely, but refused to accept it.

Making sure the towels were in reach, I stepped into the bath and switched on the water. The shower immediately burst into life, cascading down over my outstretched arm, and I gave it a moment to warm before stepping under it.

Taking a few deep breaths, I closed my eyes and almost immediately my mind was back in the moment Henry had burst into the room. It was tempting to turn the shower round to the coldest setting to sober myself up.

Had he really looked like he wanted me, or was it a trick of the light? Some half imagined moment my mind conjured up to get me flustered.

I groaned as I lathered my body in a shower gel that smelled like mangos. What shower gel did Henry use? Did he pick a mango one for in here because he liked the scent himself?

I remembered the luxurious smell of his aftershave from last night before and my eyes fluttered shut.

This was what happened when you starved yourself of sex. You turned into some needy little monster.

I slipped a hand down over my stomach, tempted to reach lower and play to ease the need. But this was my boss's house, I couldn't, I shouldn't.

I turned and tilted my head back under the water before massaging shampoo through it. Bubbles ran down my shoulders and over my breasts.

I let out a little groan as I turned and the water hit my breasts with enough force to make my nipples harden and the feeling between my legs built. I leaned my back against the cool tiles and arched my body under the spray.

When my hand slipped lower this time, I didn't stop it creeping between my legs. My fingers moved slowly but firmly over my clit and I felt the pressure slowly build.

With my head thrown back, I let out a breathy moan, picturing Henry's eyes and that moment of realisation. Instead of retreating, as he had this morning, I imagined he approached me. Crawling up the bed and cupping my face in one hand to draw me in for a kiss.

The covers falling away and his other hand exploring my body. Slipping a finger into my mouth and drawing trails down my body. Never breaking eye contact as he slipped a finger inside me. His hand moving faster and faster as the pressure built deep inside me.

Never stopping, never speaking and never looking away until I came apart, bucking against his hand.

I took a few deep shuddering breaths,to stop myself screaming out as I came. My hips moving of their own accord as I spasmed around my fingers.

When the waves of pleasure finally stopped and my body felt more like a limp noodle than a person, I turned so my forehead now pressed against the cold of the tiles. What had I just done?

Dear God, I had to be half mad, but that was the hottest moment my imagination had dreamed up so far.

How on earth was I supposed to look Henry in the eyes now, or ever, again?

Legs trembling from the force of my orgasm, I cleaned down my legs and lower body. Trying to collect myself together and pretend it hadn't happened.

As soon as I switched the shower off, the room fell silent aside from the soft whir of a fan. Too quiet for me.

Humming All I Want For Christmas I dried myself as quickly as possible and wrapped a towel around my head as I began to dress. The pale pink shirt from yesterday was creased, but there was nothing I could do about that. Thankfully, the high waist of my skirt hid the majority of it and my tights covered the leg stubble that always appeared so quickly on me.

Unravelled my hair from the wrap of the towel, the damp strands fell down to just below my shoulders. Would Henry have a hair dryer I could use? I doubted it, but searched the cupboards anyway. My search didn't reveal anything for my hair, but I did discover an unusually large collection of bath bombs. I could appreciate a man who enjoyed a relaxing bubble bath.

Straightening up, I hooked my towels over the heated rails and made my way back to the room to collect my phone.

Two unread messages, four emails, and one new notification. I clicked the messages first, the top one was from Ayla. 'Just tested positive for COVID 😭. You need to isolate yourself until you can get a test, but most of the testing centres are closed because of the snow. I'm so sorry, babe.'

I blinked.

No, not so close to Christmas. I counted off the days on my hand. If I had to isolate myself, I wouldn't see anyone until Christmas Eve. Wait, how was I supposed to isolate myself if I couldn't get home?

Would a mechanic still come and sort out my car, or would I have to wait? Mindlessly, I clicked on the other message. It was mum checking if I was still coming for lunch on Sunday. I fired off an apology, saying that I had to be isolated until Christmas Eve and I was sorry, but I would call them soon to catch up and plan everything.

Then I replied to Ayla, saying I assumed the wreath making was off, called her a sick grinch and said I hoped she felt better soon. As expected, the one notification was from the NHS app telling me to self-isolate. I gazed at the screen mournfully for a moment before pulling myself together. There had to be a way home. A taxi wouldn't take me and I couldn't risk my parents' health by asking them to potentially expose themselves.

How much did Henry know about cars? Would he be able to get it running?

Henry?! He had sat in that meeting room with Ayla and two of the other area managers for over an hour yesterday, going over budgets. He had been exposed too.

Now how the hell was I going to break it to him that not only was I probably not able to get home today, but that he was stuck with me now until at least Christmas Eve?