Feigned Innocence

"What on earth are you talking about, Mr. Croft?"

Cecelia looked at Desmond with an innocent expression. "I was in the middle of a perfectly good shower when you barged in. How exactly is that my fault?"

"You..."

Desmond's words faltered as he stared at her.

Wrapped in a towel, Cecelia's long, slender legs were on full display. Her wet hair spilled over one shoulder, and droplets of water clung to