50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Chapter Six

    The sound of running water grew louder with each step. Brian climbed the stairs slowly. No rush. No hurry. Pacing himself, trying to calm his overactive imagination. He reached the top step and turned down the hall, trailing his fingers along the dark blue wall, stopping only once he'd reached the closed guest bathroom door. Small billows of steam escaped from beneath the crack at the bottom of the door. He could hear the sound of high-pitched humming from within the bathroom, the sweetest sound followed by a series of echoes.

    With a sigh, he leaned his head against the doorframe and touched his fingertips to the ivory-painted bathroom door. He traced a pattern in the grooves while his mind drifted with images and abbreviated fantasies. In those few moments, he pictured many things...at first he was just picturing Destiny and what she looked like with water rolling down her golden brown curves. Then he was picturing himself entering the bathroom and disrobing so he could join her in the shower. Naturally, he also imagined what would take place once he had joined her in the shower. All fantasies. He wouldn't actually dare to walk into the bathroom. Oh, how he wanted to...how he wished he had the nerve. But now wasn't the time. She was still very much connected to Aubrey; he could see it in her eyes whenever Aubrey stopped by to visit their floor.

    He pushed himself away from the doorframe and turned down the hall, continuing towards his bedroom. If only there were a way for me to just look at her, he thought. I feel like a pervert for even thinking it, but if I had cameras in the shower, or in her bedroom... He stopped himself. Yes, Brian, you're a perv for even thinking that. That is definitely entering psycho stalker territory. But all I want is to see her... His steps slowed and he turned his head, peering in the direction of the bathroom.

    It was a case of knowing that you'd come up with a bad idea, but the idea got so stuck in your mind that you knew it wouldn't leave until you'd indulged it. He tried to take a few more steps towards his bedroom, but still he stopped and cast another look back towards the bathroom. Before he knew it, he was retreating, going back to stand in front of the bathroom door. The shower water was still running; she was still humming.

    With his pulse pounding, he grabbed the brushed chrome doorknob. His hand went still on the knob. An action like this was something that he couldn't take back. Is this something I really want to do? His mind summoned up an image of naked Destiny, shy flirty eyes, welcoming smile, beautiful lusciousness. His hand started to turn the doorknob before he was aware it was happening. He turned the knob as quietly as he could, then gently pushed the door open a crack. Just a crack. No sudden movements. He hesitated, listening for the sound of humming. Ah, there it was. He pushed the door open just a little bit more, and with that push, he had a partial view of the glass shower stall. While holding his breath, he pushed the door again.

    And then there she was. He was granted a nearly unobstructed view of her, the only obstruction being the small etching in the glass of the shower stall. But he could still see her. Her hair was pinned up in a topknot with runaway tendrils framing her face. Soapy bubbles graced her shoulders, arms, full breasts, and abdomen. His eyes traveled down her stomach and the hand he had still firmly gripping the doorknob tightened around it. He was window shopping with an empty wallet...viewing merchandise that he didn't have the means to obtain. Knowing that caused his heart to clench, but it didn't help him to tear his eyes away from her. He drank the sight of her in, listened to the sound of her voice as she hummed and tried to stop himself from falling even harder for her. She stepped forward beneath the showerhead, and the falling drops of water cascaded upon her. The water rinsed those soapy bubbles, clearing them away until all he could see was glistening brown skin.

    Now that he'd gotten a look, he should back away. Back away, close the door, and pretend like he'd never set eyes upon this event. But...he couldn't. Looking at her was just like kissing her...once he got a taste, he wanted more. With great reluctance, he forced himself to step back and eased the door closed. He glanced towards his bedroom, but instead of heading there, he walked towards the staircase and sat on the top stair.

    Moments later, the shower water stopped. So did the humming.

    He rested his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and leaned his head on the wall. Patiently, he waited for the sound of the telltale click of the bathroom door opening. Then he waited for another beat before raising his head and leaning back.

    Destiny padded down the hall to her bedroom, where she opened the door and went inside.

    He rested his elbows on his knees and cracked his knuckles for a minute before standing and walking down the hall. Even though he ached to see more of her, he tried to tell himself that he was going to go into his bedroom, undress, and go to bed. He tried to propel his body past her room without even looking in the direction of it. But out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see that the door to her bedroom was cracked. It was a very small crack, not enough to view anything through, but the light that slipped through it caught his eye and caused his head to turn. Once his head turned, his steps halted. As much as he tried to talk himself out of it, he reached out and placed his palm flat against the door.