Emily Stone spent ten minutes freshening up before emerging, but with no clothes of her own, she could only put on one of the man's shirts from the dressing room.
The white men's shirt was ridiculously large on a woman's frame, hanging loose and wide enough to fit two of her.
Emily Stone's cheeks were flushed as she walked out of the bathroom. The man was sitting on the sofa, leafing through a book. He looked up at the sound, and his gaze paused.
The woman was wearing his shirt, which just covered her thighs. Below that, a pair of slender, fair, and supple legs, her exquisite little face blushing, her dark hair soft and lustrous. From the partially buttoned shirt collar, a hint of her sexy clavicle peeked out...
Especially those clear, shy eyes, which if any man were to see, he'd inevitably become intensely captivated.
