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Laura gasped in shock and grabbed her robe from the chair, wrapping it around her. But she knew it was already too late because Greg had seen her naked body.

Greg who had been lost in the sight of the most naturally gorgeous body he had ever seen quickly composed himself.

He cleared his throat. "Sorry about that, I thought you were still in the bath. I knocked and there was no response."

"It's alright." She said shyly.

He nodded, rather absently. "The food has been brought in."

"Okay, I'll be out in a few minutes." She said.

After he left, Laura turned to look for her clothes, then sighted a white shirt that was obviously Greg's, spread neatly on the chaise lounge.

She picked it up and brought it to her nose, deeply inhaling the heady scent of him and running her hand through the smooth material.

On instinct, she took off the robe and put on the shirt, blushing on the exposure of her thighs and legs. She paused midway while buttoning up the shirt, wondering what she was doing.

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