“I could use a shower,” she said, and I nodded. She went into the bathroom and shut the door, but she seemed to rethink that and opened the door back up halfway. From where I sat on the end of the bed I could see the bathroom mirror, and her reflection—facing away—as she undressed. She pulled the dress off, up and over her head, and tossed it onto the floor. She wore no bra and was now standing in just a pair of black silk panties that hugged the rounded curves of her ass perfectly. I felt myself harden. She bent then, sliding the panties down, and I got a glimpse of her pink slit from behind. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the mirror.
She stepped out of her panties and bent again, starting the water in the shower. I yearned to go to her, to take her there, bent over the side of the tub, but I knew I wouldn’t do that. The woman was almost sold into sexual slavery. She just wanted to go home. I wouldn’t take advantage of Chloe like that.
As she showered, I went over to the window, curling one finger around the edge of the blinds so I could pull them away from the window and peek out. I didn’t see anyone. In the bathroom, the water stopped after a while. I heard the floor creak as Chloe stepped out of the tub. I glanced into the bathroom from where I stood, but I could only see a sliver of the mirror, just her arm reflected as she dried off. I was still trying to peek when the door opened all the way to reveal her standing there, nude save for a towel wrapped around herself.
“I have no other clothes,” she said. I nodded, cursing myself on the inside. That was something I should have thought of.
“I have some gym shorts and T-shirt you can wear,” I said. “It will be big, but we can stop tomorrow.”
Chloe shrugged and then pulled the towel off her, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before me, nude, in all her glory. I couldn’t help but look her over. Her breasts were rounded and heavy, her nipples dark and hard. She had a strip of pubic hair above her cunt, and her hips were round and feminine. I grew hard again. She reached up, tying the dark hair that fell past her shoulders back into a ponytail, holding it in place with a small elastic band she’d been wearing around her wrist. I saw a scar there on her wrist, white and shiny in the dim light of the motel room. I didn’t ask her about it.
“I can sleep naked,” she said as she made her way to the bed and got in. There was only one bed, something else I hadn’t thought about. I had just asked for a room, and the clerk must have assumed we were together. Would she expect me to sleep on the floor? I wasn’t sure. “I’m hungry,” she said from under the blanket. It wasn’t a complaint, and she wasn’t whining; she was just telling me.
“I can go check out the vending machine,” I said, turning and heading for the door. I turned back to her as I opened it. “Don’t answer the door, not for anyone. I have the key.”
She nodded and I left. I was back quickly, worried about being seen. I had chips and candy bars and a couple of danishes wrapped in plastic. She sat up, the blanket falling from her magnificent breasts. I tried not to stare at them, but I was just a man, so I took a couple of looks, trying to keep it on the sly.
For her part, Chloe didn’t seem embarrassed. Maybe it was a Greek thing, but in America, no woman was so comfortable with her own breasts or nudity. We ate the junk food, both of us realizing we were famished. We laughed a lot, and at one point she bent forward and wiped a bit of chocolate from the corner of my mouth.
When the food was gone, we grew somber.
“What are we going to do?” Chloe asked me, lying down and pulling the blanket to her chin once more. I missed her breasts immediately.
“We’re going to keep you safe.”
She laughed, but there wasn’t much mirth in it. “How are we going to do that?”
“I’m going to have to go after them, the men running it. My old boss. They’ll never leave us alone.”
“Are you a bad man?” Chloe asked me. I looked at her, not sure how to answer.
“I’ve done things I’m not proud of,” I said finally. Chloe shrugged her shoulders under the blanket.
“You don’t seem like a bad man to me.”
I smiled and stood, throwing the wrappers from our junk food feast into the small wastebasket near the bed. “I’m going to shower,” I said.
“I’m going to sleep,” she replied.
I went into the bathroom. As I stood under the hot water, I had time to think about what I was doing, what I had done. I had put it all on the line for a woman I didn’t even know. And I wasn’t sorry about it. I knew it was the right thing. I had spent my whole adult life doing the opposite of the right thing, and finally I was doing something I could be proud of.
When I was clean, I turned off the shower and stepped out of the tub. I stood in front of the sink, wiping my hand across the mirror there, cleaning the fog away so I could see myself. I still looked the same, so why did I feel like a different person?
When I left the bathroom, I was clad in just boxers. The room was dark, and Chloe was just a lump under the blanket that I could hardly see. I hesitated, and then I climbed into the bed next to her. I lay on my back, hoping she wouldn’t wake up, hoping she wouldn’t kick me out of the bed.
She wasn’t even sleeping. Shortly after I lay down, I felt her move, and then her hand was on my chest underneath the covers. I turned and saw her eyes, open and reflecting the little bit of blue light that squeezed past the closed blinds and into the room.