Mail Tampering (Closed for GoodatBad)

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian stepped into the vestibule of the Clovis Building, one of the city’s high rise condo buildings, and buzzed himself in with his security pass. Just through the secure door, he stood in the building’s lobby and nodded to Lawrence (not Larry according to a pointed discussion they had after Ian moved in). Turning past the security desk, he dipped in to check his mailbox and paused when he saw Mila standing there.

Mila was a vision. His neighbor across the hall, Ian learned she was a model after chatting with her sporadically as they caught each other in the hallway, elevator or by the mailboxes. She was always friendly and had a strange work schedule like Ian did. She was the only one in the building that traveled for her work more than he did for his.

Ian worked for a company that designed and built concert installations and other big time event set-ups. While headquartered in LA, his company sent him all over the world or attached him to touring concerts to make sure that the events went off without a hitch. He had just gotten back from a tour with the latest #1 pop star last week, but hadn’t seen Mila yet.
He smiled and cleared his throat as he stepped close. Mila about jumped out of her strappy sandals when he did, but smiled when she saw who it was. He smiled back and opened his box.

“Hey, Mila, Just getting back from somewhere exotic as well?” Ian asked, figuring she had to have been on location for a shoot lately since he hadn’t seen her all week. Looking inside his mail box, it looked like all his held mail arrived today. It was no small feat pulling all the ads and junk mail out along with the pertinent bills without dropping them all.

He glanced at Mila, her perfect straight black hair framing her face as he noticed she was sporting a nose ring now. That was a switch. So was the light bronzing of a tan on her usually porcelain skin. She was so fair skinned that he wasn’t sure if she could tan or if her company forbade it. Agencies in this town set the rules for their talent so he reasoned anything was possible. He’d gawked at her before but they had been friendly enough that he didn’t feel the need to walk his eyes over her curves again. He knew she had the body for her profession, though that didn’t make it easy to restrain himself as he fumbled with his mail.

 

[GoodatBad]

Furrowing her well-groomed brow as she eyed the inside of her mailbox, Mila startled at the unexpected sound of someone in the corridor beside her. She immediately relaxed when she realized that it was her neighbor, Ian, whom she hadn’t encountered in several days. “Hey,” she returned sweetly, inching back from her open mailbox for the moment as he unlocked his own. “Yeah, Costa Rica actually.”

Upon returning home late last night, Mila had gone straight to bed neglecting to remove her clothes or even her shoes. She’d woken up mid-morning feeling quite refreshed and jumped right back into her daily routine: yoga, shower, breakfast, unpack, then mail. She was expecting a delivery, lingerie for an upcoming photo shoot. So she was puzzled to have received a delivery text, yet not see a corresponding package in her mailbox. “I’m missing the feeling of warm sand between my toes already,” she softly complained, carding her fingers through her long, dark locks. “Where were you all week?”

She noticed Ian having a difficult time getting a grasp on all of his mail. Thankfully, she only had a few pieces of her own to carry upstairs with her. Not so thankfully, she had no idea where her package had ended up since it was clearly not in her mailbox nor at her front door. Ian appeared to be distracted as he looked at her; she smiled, wondering if it had something to do with her appearance. “Like the piercing?” She turned to a profile view briefly to welcome his gaze. ”Probably stupid to get it, but I couldn’t resist.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

“Where were you all week?”

Ian smiled as he turned and walked with Mila toward the elevators. "Well, I don't know if you saw the videos from the Starbright tour for Miss You-Know-Who," Ian winked rather than used the performer's name because he hated name dropping the stars that would hire his services. "...but I was responsible for the stage design and performance infrastructure so I had to be on site in case something went wrong during installation." He pressed the button and waited with her.

“Like the piercing?”

She asked as they waited for the elevator to arrive. Ian smiled bashfully as she turned to him a little for a better look. "I think it works, but isn't it a problem for future work?" He asked, unsure how such a piercing my affect her job.

Before she could answer, the elevator arrived and they both stepped aboard. With his hands full, it was left for Mila to push the button. Luckily, they lived on the same floor. "Thanks," he said smiling as he watched the elevator race up the building.

One thing about living in the building was the views. It was close enough to the coast that you could see the ocean, but still get a beautiful view of the carpet of city lights out the other side. The elevator broke the tube of the lower portion of the building and looked out at the city through the glass back.

"Never gets old..." Ian muttered to himself as he looked at the city dropping away below them as they raced up.

"So how long are you back?" Ian asked, resuming their conversation. He knew he had a few days off this month as a result. Maybe this could be his chance to ask her out. He never felt like it was a good time to ask because one or the other of them would be traveling on any given weekend. With them both getting back recently, maybe he had a window.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila smiled as she fell in step with Ian on their familiar stroll toward the elevator. Though she wasn’t too well-versed in the technicalities of his job, she did appreciate how modest he was about the star-studded opportunities his work afforded. Cocky guys didn’t really do much for her.

“Oh yeah. I did watch a few of her videos on my flight back home,” she commented, lightly touching Ian’s elbow as they waited for the elevator to ding. “I’m low-key jealous you were right there. She’s amazing. I’d be so starstruck if I were you.”

When Ian inquired about her new piercing potentially impacting her work, Mila shrugged her shoulders. Of course it was a risk to consider, but she would roll with it for a while until it became problematic. Mila followed Ian onto the elevator once it showed up. When the door slid shut, she succinctly addressed his comment. “Maybe a little... but fuck it. I like it.”

The model turned to admire the breathtaking view as they ascended to their floor. She smiled, agreeing with Ian’s sentiment although she wasn’t sure he’d meant for her to hear it.

“4 days?” She replied, trying to recall the next few events on her calendar without consulting her phone. Mila turned around and leaned back against the glass wall of the elevator, giving Ian her full attention. “I have a shoot in Toronto next, I think... what about you?”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian's ears perked up at the long weekend she was going to get after her latest shoot. He was a bit surprised at the location. There wasn't much that he knew about the modeling world; like most people, he figured she'd be spending all her time in LA, New York, Paris or on location somewhere exotic.

"Toronto's a great city; I've been through there a few times. I can give you a list of places to go in town before you leave." He offered, smiling as he turned to face her as they talked. The elevator ride was pretty long, but he knew they didn't have much left before they arrived at their floor.

Swallowing the lump in his throat to tamp down his nervousness, he finally took the chance.

"Maybe we can go out to dinner this week and talk about it."

He bit his lip. Would she think that was a date? Did he mean for it to be a date? He could feel the sweat on his brow as he waited and watched her for a reaction. He'd been wanting to ask her out, but now he wasn't so sure that he had. The mail in his hands shifted awkwardly in the beat of silence between them.

 

[GoodatBad]

“Oh yeah?” Mila tilted her head to the side slightly, listening to Ian talk up Toronto. She leaned her backside into the sturdy metal rail behind her, lips parting in a soft smile of appreciation when he offered to give her some tourist suggestions. It was rare that she had enough downtime when on work trips to go exploring, but this one seemed like it would be less taxing on her time than most. “That’d be cool. I’ve never been there.”

As the ascent to their floor continued, and their conversation came to a natural pause, Mila glanced down to card through her mail. Ian was a nice guy, but he was sort of on the quiet side at times. She wasn’t sure how to read him, whether he was interested in her or whether he was just being polite. It was a surprise when he asked her to join him for a meal.

“Dinner?” She looked up from a credit card bill, turning her gaze toward her neighbor. She pressed her lips together for a moment, considering. The elevator stopped at their landing, but she lingered in the elevator as the door dinged to signal the opening of the door. “Sure. But only if we can get pizza. I haven’t had pizza in weeks.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian's eyes widened as he backed out of the elevator onto their floor. "Pizza? Sure! Just... surprised that was your pick." He said, stepping back to hold the door open for her to step off as well. "I guess you have a lot to show me about living as a model in this town." He said, smiling warmly as they walked down the small hallway. She had the apartment on the right; he was on the left.

"What do you think? Tomorrow night?" He asked, not wanting to seem to eager or like he was ambushing her. He walked along, trying not to ogle her, but couldn't help a few stolen glances at her body as they walked. "I'll have some time to make my list by then," he added, not sure if she thought this was a romantic night out or not. He figured he should give her the option of an "out".

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila followed Ian into the corridor when he stepped out of the elevator, kindly holding the door to let her off. Her lips spread in a playful smile when he expressed astonishment over her casual choice of dinner. “Why? ‘Cause models don’t eat?” It wasn’t as if many models didn’t adhere to crazy rules about diet and fitness to get work; she’d witnessed plenty of questionable practices behind the scenes since her first casting. It was difficult not to crack under industry pressures, especially when one was just starting out and wanted desperately to be deemed as bookable, but Mila had learned to maintain a healthy balance. “My agent wouldn’t be happy, but one night of indulging won’t kill me. I won’t tell her, if you don’t.”

She turned toward the unit on the right side of the hall, shifting her mail to one hand so that she could get her keys ready. Mila kinked her hip, pausing for a minute before she moved to unlock her apartment door. “Tomorrow’s okay. Or--tonight could work too. I don’t have any plans.” The more she thought about the sinful meal that awaited, the less time she wanted to spend anticipating it. She didn’t think Ian really needed a whole evening to fashion a list, but she didn’t want to presume that Ian wasn’t busy that night just because she wasn’t. “Up to you though. If you’re busy tonight, I guess I'll force myself to wait.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"If you’re busy tonight, I guess I'll force myself to wait.”

Ian smiled as he shuffled his stack of mail around as he fumbled for his keys. Now he had wished that he put a mail hold on his address so he could wrangle all of it a bit easier. He glanced back at Mila with a laugh as she put that extra melodramatic tone in her voice.

"Okay, okay, you talked me into it. Let me go through all this, grab a shower, put my list together and I'll be over to take you to dinner... or rather, let you take me to your fave pizza place." He said, finally unlocking his door. "See you at... 6?" He offered, hoping this was a good sign for it being more than a friendly dinner.

Hearing her answer, he turned and went inside, dumping his arm load of mail onto the table. The Great Sorting came next as bills and shipments and business letters and ads all went to the appropriate piles. He was reading a letter from an equipment supplier about the latest line of speakers, but rolled his eyes as he realized it should have gone with the ads. Scanning through the list, he picked up a small slender box from the shipments pile as he checked to make sure all his bills were there. The size of the small box felt right in his hand for the DVD of the last concert series and so Ian tore it open without really checking it.

Dumping it out into his hand, he paused as it felt silkier than he was expecting. Looking over, he saw an outfit where the tag was the largest piece of fabric on it. Swallowing, he checked what he had just opened and blanched as he saw that it was for Mila's apartment, not his!

On top of that, it was from Victoria's Secret. And it wasn't the catalog; it was from their corporate headquarters with a letter!

Ian shoved it back into the box and made sure that he didn't see the letter.

'Shit! What do I do?' he thought as he looked around. Looking for tape in his kitchen, he wondered about repairing the box. He looked around to see if he had something similar as he was always mailing out DVDs to clients so they could see a visualization of the arena set ups, but he was out right now. The office was too far away to get one. Swallowing he took a slow breath. Maybe he was worrying too much. 'I'll just apologize and give it back... and hope she doesn't think I'm a creep that stole her mail...' he thought, going to the door.

Figuring this was what she was looking for, he didn't want to wait. Crossing the hall to her door, he knocked, biting his lip nervously as he wondered how she might react.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila nodded slowly as Ian graciously reconfigured the next few phases of his evening in order to accommodate her pizza-related whims. Her smile widened when she realized that he wasn’t going to make her wait a whole day for gratification. “Perfect. See you then,” she agreed, unlocking her apartment door and disappearing inside as Ian did the same across the hall.

Returning to the cozy interior of her apartment, Mila bent over to slip off her sandals. She discarded one in the entryway, pausing to drop off her mail in the dish by the door, then loosened the other one in the middle of the living room. She’d pick them up eventually, but right now she wanted to track her missing package before she forgot about it. Mila pulled her dark hair up into a loose ponytail as she made her way toward her bedroom. Scooping her cell phone up from her bedside table, she filtered through her email for the tracking information on her Victoria’s Secret package. It only took a few moments to pull the tracker page up, and Mila scrunched her pierced nose when she read the delivery status as ‘delivered’.

Puzzled, she refreshed the page. The message read the same. Rather than think too deeply on it, Mila shook her head and tossed her phone to the bed. She’d take a shower and check the tracker again afterward. If she couldn’t figure it out, then she’d just have to call the carrier directly to make sense of things. Mila started unbuttoning her blouse as she turned to enter her bathroom. Before she could lean in over the tub to run the water, she heard a knock at her front door. Putting her plan on hold for a minute, she paced to the door to answer it. She smiled, not expecting to see Ian again so soon.

“Hey, Ian. What’s up?”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

“Hey, Ian. What’s up?”

Ian didn't really hear Mila in that moment. His eyes were angled just perfectly to see down the open blouse she was wearing to open the door. He quickly looked up, but in that moment, he knew she wasn't wearing a bra. He could feel the heat rising up through his head and he knew he had to be blushing so red right now.

"Uhh... hey, Mila..." he said, his voice cracking a little. "Um, I remembered you saying something about needing a package- I mean, finding your box empty- I mean, expecting a delivery." He said stammering as everything he said seemed to come out sexual. Even though theirs were the only two apartments on this floor, he didn't feel right about handing it over out in the hall.

"Can I come in? I think I know what happened to it..." He said, adjusting his grip on the box at his side.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila noticed the flushed appearance of Ian’s cheeks as he began to speak. He sounded slightly nervous, which was a swift departure from the playful tone of their conversation a few minutes ago. “Yeah. I am expecting a delivery. Today actually. But it wasn’t in my mailbox...” she laughed softly, trying to decipher where her neighbor’s rambling was leading. It wasn’t until he asked to enter her apartment that she noticed he was holding a package. Her finely-groomed brows furrowing with curiosity, she stepped aside to allow Ian to pass her. “Oh, sure. Come on in. I was about to jump in the shower, but it can wait.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

“Oh, sure. Come on in. I was about to jump in the shower, but it can wait.”

"Well that would explain it... but why didn't she fix her buttons when she came to the door?" Ian thought to himself as he stepped past Mila into her place. She had the same layout as he place, but the furniture looked more expensive and her interior decor looked more professional. He took a look around, wondering how long she spent in this place to get it done up so nice.

Turning to face her, he saw she was waiting to hear what he had to say. "Sorry, I don't want to take up too much of your time. I was going through all my mail and I opened a box that I thought was meant for me, but... well..." He trailed off as he held the small package with the distinctive VS on the front out to her. There was no mistaking the ripped open top and Ian winced slightly.

"Sorry... it was an honest mistake; I guess the mail carrier put it in the wrong mailbox. I... I didn't look at it... much," He confessed, biting his lip. He wasn't sure why he said that, but he felt the need to be completely transparent about this. He'd hate it if Mila wound up thinking he was a creep for going through her things.

 

[GoodatBad]

The professional model had often been naked in front of 10 +strangers at a time on various photoshoot sets, so a few undone buttons in the privacy of her own apartment didn't register to her as odd. Mila looked down accordingly when Ian extended the package toward her. She recognized the brand logo on the box straight away and easily presumed that this was the package she had been waiting for. “Oh.” She smiled and accepted the box from her neighbor, so relieved to be in possession of the thing that she didn’t think twice about it being opened. She turned the box over and peered into the teared side to try peeking at its contents.

“It’s fine, Ian. Sometimes I get some of your mail too. I mean, I doubt you’re ordering lingerie like me.” She said, lightly waving a dismissive hand. She reached inside the package, impatient, fishing the matching bra and panties set out for inspection. “Wait.” It dawned on her that Ian had confessed to taking a look at her unmentionables. A soft grin parted her lips as she neglected the package for a moment to look up at Ian instead. “Much? Exactly how long did you look before bringing this over to me?”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

In blushed. She proved very clever indeed to catch his word choice. He swallowed and chuckled nervously. "Oh... hardly any time at all... I-I-I may have held up each piece to see what it was I was looking at..." He swallowed again. In his mind, he didn't look too long. Then again, time has a funny way of playing out when you are distracted.

"I-I put it back in the box as soon as I realized what it was and came straight over since I figured you'd be waiting for it," Ian continued, trying to to sound like a creep as he could already feel his mind picturing Mila wearing the contents of the box and not much else. He bit his lip, curing his imagination as he started building a photo shoot of her in the lingerie in his mind.

"But... I've interrupted your shower. I don't want to take too much of your time..." Even as he said it, Ian made no move to leave. Deep down, he didn't want to. This was the first time that he had been in Mila's place and with dinner on the horizon with her, maybe she didn't want him to leave either. For once, Ian took a risk and stayed, watching Mila's reaction.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila listened intently as Ian explained himself. It was sort of amusing to see him so clearly caught red-handed in the matter, though she really wasn’t upset about what his curiosity had let him to do. It wasn’t as if he snooped on purpose or had attempted to keep her package for himself. That would have been weird. “Oh, I see.” She nodded softly, imagining what might have been going through his head when he was looking at her lingerie. Nothing innocent, she figured, her smile widening.

“Well, thank you for returning this to me. Saves me a big headache.” She said, lifting the lingerie to Ian’s eyeline briefly. She set the empty box down on the table by the door, no longer needing it. “No big deal, really.” Mila smiled, the silver stud in her nose glinting under the apartment’s multi-faceted foyer light. “If you want--you can stay a bit. We can hang out. We never really get to.”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian breathed a sigh of relief as it seemed that Mila was taking this all in stride. To him, it was an honest mistake, but from the outside, he worried about what it looked like. Having Mila take him off the hook put him at ease right away. When she carried it over to the table by the door, he was glad that it wasn't the big deal he thought it might be. As she walked, he still imagined the lingerie on her and wondered how it might show off her ass. He shook his head as she turned around, trying to clear his head so she didn't see him day dreaming.

“If you want--you can stay a bit. We can hang out. We never really get to.”

Ian's eyes widened. "Sure. I'd like that. I mean, we're set to go out after your shower already. I was just worried that you might want some privacy in your place as you get ready." He said, smiling a bit wider now. He really was hoping to spend more time with her; that's why he asked her to dinner in the first place. But spending it here seemed more intimate and much more than he could have hoped.

He looked around. "Want me to just chill on the couch while you see to your shower then?" he offered, wondering if she still planned to do that while he hung around.

 

[GoodatBad]

“Oh no. Don’t worry. I won’t get sick of you before our pizza date.” Mila shook her head at Ian, gently placing her hand on his upper arm and giving it a reassuring squeeze. She found it endearing that he seemed so concerned about her needing time to herself. Truthfully, she didn’t much care for being alone. She much preferred to have someone around to talk to. She might have gotten a pet for companionship, if she had had a more reliable schedule. “I don’t get company that often--probably ‘cause I’m never home--” she laughed, glad that Ian could relate to her on that front to some degree, “but it’s nice to have you here.”

When Ian asked what she intended for him to do in her place, she shrugged and gestured toward her living room area. “Yeah, sure. Watch TV, help yourself to a snack or something. I’ll just take a short shower and then I’ll come join you.” She smiled at her neighbor then turned on her heel to head toward the bathroom. She left the door ajar behind her, leaning in over the tub to once again turn the water on and adjust the temperature. She placed the lingerie in her hand on the bathroom counter for now, then proceeded to the task of unbuttoning her shirt the rest of the way. Letting the blouse crumple to the tiles beneath her, Mila disrobed down to her panties. She hooked her fingers into the corners of the thin waistband, bending slightly forward as she pulled them down to her shins where they naturally fell around her feet. With a light brush of her fingers through her dark hair, she stepped into the shower and let the warm water engulf her.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian smiled, glad that she liked his company. With their careers, it seemed like they were both in the same boat, socially.

“I don’t get company that often--probably ‘cause I’m never home, but it’s nice to have you here.”

"You and me both, Mila..." Ian muttered to himself in agreement. "I think this last year I was on the road over 250 days. I spent more time on the road than living in my place." He lamented. He tried not to count the days, but after a while, it's impossible not to. He looked at Mila, starting to think that they had more in common than he game himself credit for. He smiled as she gave him run of her place.

"Thanks, that's great. I agree that it didn't make much sense for me to wait across the hall until you were ready." He said, walking into her living room. From the look of the furniture, there hadn't been much "living" in this room. Some of the cushions looked like they came off a shelf from the store yesterday. He flopped down, finding the couch a little stiffer than he liked, but the TV system looked right up his alley.

"Take your time. No need to rush; I got nothing waiting for me tomorrow." That was one of the joys of his job: automatic time off when he would come back from the road. He picked up the remote and found that it had been set up with one-button power. Someone took the time to make this user-friendly.

Laying back, Ian idly flipped channels when movement caught his peripheral vision. Glancing at it, he froze. Mila had left the bathroom door cracked and he could make out her movements as she prepped for the shower. Swallowing, he snapped his eyes back to the TV, but he couldn't help himself as he stole furtive glances at the cracked door. Thankfully, she slipped into the shower before long and he wasn't tempted anymore.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila closed her eyes and expelled an appreciative sigh as the warm water from the showerhead pelted her bare skin. Jet-setting for photo shoots was fun, having a closet full of designer lingerie and featuring in music videos of hot musical artists was cool, but simple pleasures like being able to shower in her own home were what she truly enjoyed. Mila coated her body in sweet-smelling soap, turning around to soak her dark hair. If it weren’t for Ian waiting in the living room, she might have spent a full 30 minutes enjoying her steamy solitude, letting her hands wander between her legs as they were apt to do when she was alone, but she didn’t want to be rude.

Washing the last bits of soap from her limbs, Mila shut the water off and reached toward the top of the glass door for her towel--only it wasn’t there. She’d forgotten to grab a clean one from the hall closet before getting into the shower. Sighing, she slid the glass door open enough to poke her head out, a cool draft tickling her wet skin.

“Ian?” she called, hopeful that he could hear her over the TV.

“Could you do me a favor? My towels are in the hallway closet. Would you bring me one?”

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian was catching up on the world of news as he lounged on the couch. Being on the road made it hard to keep up with current affairs. He stayed off Twitter during a tour so that he wasn't influenced by opinions about his set construction until the tour was over. He was listening to the latest news from the Middle East when he heard Mila call out from the bathroom.

“Ian?”

He swallowed nervously. "Yeah?"

“Could you do me a favor? My towels are in the hallway closet. Would you bring me one?”

"Uh... sure. One sec." Ian said, pushing himself up off the couch. As he walked toward the hall, his mind raced about whether this was a ploy or if she really needed the towel. He'd run across a lot of fans that would go through him to get to the star of the tour; he's walked in on his fair share of naked wanna-bes and hangers-on that he felt he could deal with it. But this was Mila. Neighbor Mila. Supermodel Mila!

He turned into the hall and looked for the closet door. "Closet... closet... closet... Ah! Here we go..." he muttered as he checked each door until he found it. Triumphantly, he pulled out a thick, fluffy towel from the stack inside. Walking down the hall, his heart pounded as he wondered what he might see. Not wanting to be a creep, he covered his eyes and let his hand slide along the wall to guide him into the bathroom.

Peeking out as he felt the door jamb, he walked in and turned his back to the door of the stall and held his hand back over his head over the top of the stall. "Got it!" he said, trying to give her her decency as he waited for her to take it.

 

[GoodatBad]

Mila exhaled with relief when Ian answered back in the affirmative. If he hadn’t been so agreeable, she probably would’ve had to tip-toe to the hall closet herself, naked and wet. While it was highly unlikely that Ian would complain, she didn’t want to drip water on the floor or confront the draft out there. To conserve the wonderful heat inside of the shower, Mila pulled the glass door shut again while she waited for Ian to approach the bathroom. She reached up and back, twisting her wet locks to wring the water from them.

Lightly wiping away moisture of the excess water from the corner of her eyes, she heard Ian’s footfalls just inside of the room. When she looked up and spotted the towel he’d held up over the side of the stall, Mila smiled, noticing through the steamed glass that his back was turned. “Thanks, Ian. You’re a lifesaver.” She reached for the towel and gave the edge a gentle tug to pull it to herself. “Find anything good on TV?” she inquired, quickly passing the soft fabric over her arms and legs. Then she wrapped the cozy towel around her chest, tucking the ends beneath her arms before reaching out to slide the shower door open so that she could step out.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

“Thanks, Ian. You’re a lifesaver.”

"It's alright. I know how annoying it is to forget your towel..." Ian said, trying to downplay what he did. He was about to step away when he heard her ask a follow up question.

“Find anything good on TV?”

Ian stopped as he was about to step away. "Nah, nothing too exciting. Just playing catch up on all the news I missed by being out of town. As I figured, the world kept turning without me as it always does." He smiled to himself, trying not to enjoy his joke too much. He was about to continue when he heard the door slide open. He wasn't really ready for Mila to step out, but he got an eye full of her standing there in a towel and wet hair and that's all.

"Wow... this is like that shoot you did in Thailand only the shower then was open walled..." Ian said as he took her in. He had to admit that he'd taken an interest in Mila's career once he realized who his neighbor was. He also had an encyclopedic memory and couldn't help but remember them all.

 

[GoodatBad]

Once out of the shower, Mila rubbed her feet on the shaggy floor mat. She held the towel to her chest with one hand and slid her damp hair over to one side of her neck with the other as Ian answered her question. She smiled, uncertain of how long it had been since she had stopped to watch a full episode of something. Typically, she only had uninterrupted time to indulge in TV watching during long flights and then she mostly preferred to sleep. “Well, I guess that’s a good thing that the world didn’t stop turning,” she laughed lightly, peeking at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, admiring the dark little ringlets her wet hair made around her shoulders.

When Ian made mention of a previous photo shoot she’d had, Mila grinned. “Oh, you saw that one?” She was flattered honestly, appreciative that he’d paid even the smallest bit of attention to her work. “Ugh. Thailand was so beautiful. I wish I could’ve stayed there an extra few days.” Mila shuffled toward the bathroom counter and used her hand to wipe the condensation from the mirror so she could see herself better. She could see Ian in her reflection, over her shoulder. The VS bra and panties set she'd gotten in the mail were there on the counter, waiting for her.

"What do you think of the color of these?" She asked, motioning to the underwear. "Kind of like the ones I wore in Thailand actually. More material though."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Ian smiled and leaned back against the wall. Mila seemed at ease with him there; he wished he could say the same. Standing there, looking at someone like Mila in just a towel; it was hard not to reach out and touch her. He crossed his arms to tamp down the temptation as he chatted idly with her.

"I could tell from some of the other shots that they had you guys some place really special. From all the amazing places you have worked, I'm surprised you bother with a home and just stay where you worked last until you get the next job." He joked, unable to keep his eyes from walking over her body. He hoped she didn't notice in the mirror.

He looked over at the set that was waiting as she asked about it and frowned, tilting his head from side to side. "If I'm honest, it's not really practical, but I bet it's not really meant for every day wear." He added with a grin as he looked back into her eyes. "I hope you wear it for a shoot, though."