[h2]Esme Stirling[/h2]

Esme just about growled at his comment about him seeing naked women before. Once he was out of the bathroom, she roughly pushed the door shut behind him. “May be so, but that doesn’t mean you can just go dropping in on them at any moment.” she said through the door. She walked over to the toilet and looked down at the clothes Cason had brought to her. Her head snapped to the door when he told her to stop being so violent, she smirked. “I’m only violent when I’m around you.” she commented. She picked up the black t-shirt and the black jeans, her eyebrow raised when she noticed a couple of items were missing. 

“Leave it to a guy to miss those two items.” she whispered. There was no way she was going to go commando. “I think you missed a couple of things.” she called out to him as she sat the shirt and jeans back on the closed toilet. She walked over to her pile of dirty clothes and pulled out her bra and underwear, giving them a good shake out over the tub. As she walked back to the toilet, she unwrapped the towel from her and hung it on the hook on the back of the bathroom door. She then slipped into her undergarments before grabbing the black jeans and stepping into them. It surprised her they actually fit, even if they were a little snug in the ass. 

Picking up the shirt, she slipped it over her head and pulled it down. Once again, it surprised her: it fit perfectly. Esme pulled her hair from the back of the shirt, then walked over to her pile of clothes and shook them out over the tub. Turning on the water, she washed the debris from her clothes down the drain, making sure it was all washed away before shutting the water off. Once done with that, she balled them up after pulling her socks from the pile and headed for the door after grabbing the boots. She opened the door and walked out, and saw him sitting on the bed. 

She could tell he was thinking about something. She then threw her clothes in a chair that was in the room's corner as she headed for the table and sat down in a chair. After sitting, Esme set the boots next to her and put on her socks. “So, how reliable is the one you sent after my car?” she asked after a moment.