This was obviously innocent. I was very close to her and often spent time in her room. She even used to ask me to unhook her bra sometimes when she co...ldn’t reach behind her back. I did this until about I was ten. She never asked me to leave if she had to change, and I used to just go about my business as well, never feeling as if I had to leave or look away.Then slowly my mother weaned me off this habit. And I didn’t think too much of it. Heck, I didn’t even find her attractive when I was a. His self-consciousness over his crippling had waned almost completely in the recent successful months, and he now regarded the dummy hand simply as a tool to give his left arm some usability.Of course, a wedding dress for Elizabeth had been ordered weeks ago, but now Lady Connington had the Widow Thorpe and her son as new victims for her well-meant efforts. Young Emmet would be leading his mother into the church, and he would wear very fine white breeches and the coat of an army ensign, without. After thirty seconds, it became obvious that no one was there. Or that he was being ignored. Leigh cursed under his breath for being so stupid and turned around to walk away. That’s when he saw Joe walking towards the room, ice bucket in hand and shirt off.“I knew you’d come a-knocking,” Joe said in his funny accent. “And I’m glad you did. I hope you haven’t lost your nerve.”He then slid past Leigh and opened the door and went inside without looking to see if he was being followed.“Well, are. ' He unzipped his hooded top and took it off placing it on top of her clothes. His hard, fit body filled out his t-shirt making her nipples go hard behind her forearms. 'It's hot in here,' he said, then he seemed to look at her for the first time and he frowned. 'You're naked.' 'Yes. Yes, Sir. I'm taking a shower.' She felt incredibly foolish for pointing out the obvious. He studied her, his eyes running over her body critically. 'Put your hands down.' She dropped her arms; horribly aware that.