Undercover Daddy by Delores Fossen

seconds. She caught a glimpse of the outline of Luke’s body behind that shower curtain. That obstruction was useless when up against her overly active imagination.
    She could almost see him. Naked and wet. Heck, she could almost see herself in the shower with him. Doing things. Having shower sex.
    What would it feel like to have him take her right then, right there?
    Would he be gentle? No, she decided. Not with his intensity. But Elaina was positive that it would be one of the most pleasurable experiences of her life.
    Elaina was imagining the pleasure of such a coupling when Luke’s phone rang. Before going into the bathroom, he’d left it on her desk. Where he probably couldn’t hear it. Since there was no way she was going to go tapping on that shower curtain, she answered the call.
    “Hello,” she said.
    And she heard a long pause.
    “This is Agent Rusty Kaplan. Is Luke there?”
    Oh, Elaina really hated to say this. “He’s in the shower.”
    Another pause. She could have sworn Agent Kaplan was filling in the blanks with naughty scenarios that involved Luke and her. But then, Elaina had done the same thing just seconds earlier.
    “Get him please,” Rusty insisted. “It’s important.”
    Elaina glanced at the shower. Oh, mercy. The agent would want her to do that.
    “Is this about Brenda McQueen?” she asked, making her way into the bathroom. She was certain that snails had moved faster than she was moving.
    “Part of it is. I really need to talk to Luke.”
    Of course he did.
    Turning her head, she tapped her fingers on the shower curtain. “You have a call from Agent Kaplan. He says it’s important.”
    Maybe because she’d practically shouted, Luke turned off the water. Elaina grabbed a towel and had it ready for him when he pulled back the shower curtain. He tried to be discrete by using the curtain to cover himself.
    It didn’t work.
    In fact, it made things worse.
    Elaina got another glimpse that was only slightly concealed with the opaque vinyl material. She felt herself go warm and damp, and she knew that, coupled with the preshower incidents she had more than enough visual information about Luke to inspire a whole lot of fantasies.
    He took the phone and the towel and managed to cover himself. But not before she got yet another glimpse of something she shouldn’t be glimpsing at. Oh, mercy.
    She had to fan herself.
    With the water streaming down his body, he stepped from the shower tub and onto the mat. “What’s the problem, Rusty?” Luke asked.
    Elaina watched his expression so she could try to gauge what the call was about, but there was no change in his demeanor. She started to step from the room, but Luke caught on to her arm. “I’ll put the phone on speaker so Elaina can hear this.”
    “She’s right there with you?” she heard Rusty ask the moment Luke pressed the speaker function.
    “You said it was important,” Elaina countered. “That’s why I got him out of the shower.”
    “It is important,” Rusty verified after pausing. “Don’t trust Gary Simpson or Brenda McQueen. At least not until I can clear some things up. Let’s start with Brenda. She’s clean. Maybe a little too clean.”
    Elaina moved closer to the phone so she could hear him better. Unfortunately, that meant moving closer to Luke. He smelled good, and she hadn’t remembered her soap smelling like that on her own skin.
    “Brenda McQueen doesn’t have a driver’s license,” Rusty continued. “No loans, no credit cards.”
    Elaina didn’t have to ask if that was unusual. She knew it was. Heck, she was in hiding, living a lie and she still had a driver’s license and credit card.
    “You think Brenda assumed a fake identity or something?” Luke asked.
    “Could be. Elaina might have a gut feel about this. Is she sort of recluse?”
    “I guess you could say that. She doesn’t get out much, and when she does, she either jogs or rides her bike. I remember her saying something about having a fear