Sorry it's taking longer than I thought. Here it is, I hope you enjoy.
Trevor looked at the girl,, bewilderd by what to call her. She looked up at him and grimaced. "well, I guess it'll have to be Jane. you know, "Jane Doe?", she said. Tears rose in her eyes and Trevor felt bad for her. "Alright then, Jane it is". Trevor cleared his throat. "Okay. Jane. You can have my bed for the next fews days that you're here. I'll take the sofa. No problem", he said. She relaxed alittle. He was being kind to her. Afterall, she had no where else to go, or anyone else to turn to for help. Trevor could demand she sleep with him, and she'd be obligated to do so. She smiled to let him know she appreciated his respectful gesture. "thank you, but I can just as well sleep on the sofa:, she gestured, but he dismissed that. "uh, Trevor, may I take a bath? I can't sleep without one", she said lightly and smiled shyly up at Trevor, who's face grew suddenly warm. "sure. the bath is over there", he nodded. Just when he was about to get rid of the vision of her in his tub, snuggled deep in scented bubbles, all soft & warm & wet, she really sends his imagination into over drive! "um...what'll I put on when I'm finished with my bath? I have nothing but this old hospital gown", she said innocently. (not a damned thing!) he wanted to say, but instead: "I'll-I'll see what I can find". He came back shortly with a clean white t-shirt and handed it to her. Iris looked at the shirt, then at Trevor, shocked. "that's not going to cover very much", she mumbled. Trevor's eyes travelled from her head to her small bare feet. "Oh, I believe it'll cover you to your knees, as short as you are. goodnight, Jane, sleep well", he said, and walked down the hall to his study. He laughed softly when he heard her snappy "whatever!" comeback. He was suddenly inspired so he went to his study to do a little writing.
Later, while deeply engrossed in developing an exciting plot, he didn't see or hear the scantily clad woman standing behind his chair, but he got a whiff of a soft, sweet aroma in the air. He was so involved in his story, he forgot there was a woman in his house! He turned around slowly in his chair, and his breath caught suddenly. There stood a stunning vision. The light from the open bathroom door shone into study and she was silhuetted against it. She had scrubbed her face til it glowed, and her wet, curly hair was tied at the back, making a fluffy ponytail. Damp auburn curls hung loosely around her small, oval face. She would've looked like a little girl, but the body he was admiring was definately that of a mature woman. The soft shirt clung to her body, detailing her high breasts, her slim waist and it molded to the sensual curve of her hips. But the most detailed, was her shapely legs. The light shined right through the sheer fabric, from her knees all the way to the V shape of her womanhood. Trevor groaned and closed his eyes. This wasn't right! He leaped from his chair as if in fear of her presence, causing several loose sheets of paper to fall spiraling to the floor. "Jesus, woman! what'er you doing in here? didn't I tell you? this room is off limits to you!", he said. His voice sounded nervous and scratchy. He had startled Iris, but she stood her ground. "no you didn't tell me that, but you've made your self very clear, Mr. McKeon! goodnight!", she hissed. Her honey-brown eyes flashed angrily, then she turned swiftly and went to Trevor's room.
sorry Denise don't think this is an ending just another twist, can't leave us hanging as to whether he does her or not...not fair to do that lol
good story
The higher you go into the hills, the deeper the secrets...
A seemingly innocent piece of mail shatters the illusion of Beverly Hills luxury, forcing a terrifying statement from a powerful action movie mogul: "they can't kill us fast enough."
