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She turned to leave, but then how would it look if she was just gone when John came back? She'd have to let him know she was going. It would be rude to just leave. Summoning all her willpower, she headed down the hall toward the sound of running water.

"Mr. Lowe?" she shouted. "I forgot I'm meeting a friend for dinner tonight. I have to go. Thanks for the lemonade. It was delicious!"

She could barely hear John's response. "What? I can't hear you. I'll be out in a minute."

Allison ventured closer. She turned the corner and saw that the bathroom door stood open. John stood behind a frosted glass shower door lathering his body with soap, his back turned toward her. Even obscured by the glass, the sight of his trim, well-muscled figure was more than she could take. Allison pressed herself against the wall and squeezed her eyes shut.

Don't do this, Allison!

She opened her eyes and leaned forward, peering around the doorjamb. She couldn't take it anymore. Lifting her skirt with her left hand, she placed her right between her thighs and found her panties were already soaked. She gently pulled them aside and then rubbed her clitoris, making slow, tingling circles.

John chuckled, which made Allison jump. She quickly smoothed her skirt down.

"I said I have to go I'm meeting someone for dinner," Allison blurted and began to turn.

"I thought only guys liked to watch," John said and then turned off the water.

Allison stopped, frozen in her tracks. Her heart pounded in her chest. She turned back around. "What?"

"Most voyeurs are men." John wrapped a towel around his waist, opened the shower door and stepped out. "So unless that's a cock you were playing with, you come from a different mold."

Fuck! Allison thought. Well, I guess that's that. So long potential career.

She lowered her eyes, ashamed. "I'm sorry, sir. Please don't fire me."

"Fire you?" John laughed. "Do you think you're the first temp I've made wet? Honey, you've got a lot to learn about the way the world works."

She looked up at him. "You're not going to fire me?"

"Well, that depends," John said, the subtle twang returning to his voice. "You come?"

Allison blushed. "No."

"Then you're fired," John said and then smirked. He dropped his towel. "Unless you think you can manage to do it in the next five minutes. I'm a busy man."

Allison looked at his manhood which was already beginning to swell and her body flooded with warmth again. She reached for the hem of her skirt but then stopped and shook her head. "I can't."

"I was kidding about firing you," John said. He dropped his eyes and picked up his towel. "Sorry to disappoint."

"No, sir. It's not you. It's me. Something's... I..." She began to tear up. "I'm broken."

John began to dry himself off. "No, you're not."

"But I-"

"You've come before, right?" John wrapped the towel around his waist and then fixed her with an icy stare.

"Yes, sir," she said. "I just can't anymore. It doesn't work. I get close, but..."

"But something always happens. You feel wrong. You feel guilty," John said. "You feel dirty."

Allison closed her eyes and nodded.

"And no matter what anyone tells you, you still know that it's wrong." John continued to stare at her as he moved closer. "Even if that someone is me, right?"

"Yes."

John stopped right in front of her. "Do you trust me, Allison?"

"Sure," she said, cocking her head to one side slightly.

John shook his head. "Do you really trust me? I want to try something and it won't work if you don't."

John smiled gently. He stroked her face. "Everything will be alright. I promise."

Allison looked into his deep green eyes. There wasn't a trace of malice behind them. If anything, he looked concerned. Maybe even a little afraid.

"OK," Allison said.

It was like flicking a switch. John's smile didn't fade. It simply flashed off. "So you actually think you know more than me, huh?"

"What?"

"That when I tell you that I know you can come, you still think I'm wrong.

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