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momentarily breathless. She had somehow forgotten just how beautiful this man was. His blue eyes cut right through her as he stared back into her eyes, sweat from the humidity and the exertion made his shirt stick to his perfectly chiseled body. He opened his mouth to speak as the door opened, and Carrie, Amanda, and Gabriel stormed through.
    “What the fuck is going on!” Carrie demanded as she marched up to the tall muscular man who had tricked her best friend, “You work for her dad? Prove it!”
    Eric held out his phone, dialed a number, and passed it to Sara.
    “Dad?” Sara’s voice broke.
    The call was quick, but had proved that this man really did work for Sara’s father. Apparently hiring someone to stalk her in Brazil was better than hiring someone to kidnap her and prevent her from going. She also found out that for the past few months her parents had been receiving death threats back in London, these threats progressed and started targeting Sara saying that they would take her and punish her for their sins.
    Sara was angry that her family didn’t trust her enough to tell her the truth. That they told the security detail that he could lie to her, manipulate her, and trick her. Sara was betrayed by both her parents and by Eric.
    It turned out that Eric was the man’s real name, he was a navy seal before going private and working for her father.
    Great , Sara thought, a sellout .
    Eric moved into Amanda and Sara’s room, agreeing to sleep on the floor. Even though Sara had the bed to herself, it took hours before Sara could finally fall asleep. 
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    When Sara awoke she had momentarily forgot the man sleeping on the floor at the end of the bed. Her heart sunk when the previous evenings memories flooded back. She snuck into the bathroom, trying to not wake the two sleeper up.
    She slipped off her t-shirt and panties, and turned on the shower.
    The water was refreshing, as Sara felt the sweat from the humidity wash off her body. She knew that it would soon be back but for the moment didn’t care. Looking up at the shower she realized it was a detachable shower head. She thought for a moment about re-enacting some of the movie scenes she had seen featuring such showerheads, but decided against it.
    She continued washing, enjoyed the warm but refreshing water running all over her body. She used her hands to scrub her breasts, feeling her perky nipples. She reached down and gently began to massage her swelling peak perched at the top of her flower pedal lips, her other hand softly caressed her breast. She stopped for a moment, and grinned, reaching again for the showerhead.
    She changed the setting so that it was stronger and tested it on her stomach before lowering it. She gasped immediately as the powerful sensation caused her body to twitch. She closed her eyes and pictured the man who was sleeping on the floor outside the bedroom, she imagined him between her thighs, sliding into her deep and hard. Her body trembled as she came to a climax. She put the showerhead back, and smiled.
    “I have to get one of these.” She said out loud, to no one in particular.
    Turing off the shower, she reached for her towel and wrapped it around herself tightly. Still feeling bubbly from her recent climax, she pulled back the curtain shocked to see the figure of Eric with his hand covering his eyes.
    “What the fuck, Eric? Get out!” Sara snapped.
    “I’m not looking! Don’t worry, I just wanted to talk to you in private.” Eric said, suppressing a grin.
    “This is highly inappropriate, Eric!” Sara said, tightening her jaw.
    “I just thought, well, we got off on the wrong foot yesterday…”
    Sara cut him off before he could finish his sentence, “And you thought that walking in on me in the shower would make me feel better?”
    “Well, now that you put it that way…” Eric replied, still fighting a grin.
    “What the hell are you grinning to yourself about?” Sara asked, obviously frustrated.
    “Just