Chapter 12: Nakedness
Roman’s brow twitched, and he immediately averted his gaze, turning his back to her. Patricia let out a scream, quickly grabbed her towel, tied it back around her body, and ran off in a panic.
"Too clumsy," he muttered under his breath before walking away.
Back in her room, Patricia collapsed onto the bed, burying her face into the pillow as a muffled, frustrated scream escaped her.
"You are so careless and stupid!" She scolded herself, smacking her forehead repeatedly. How could her towel fall at that exact moment? Why now, of all times?
"He saw everything, didn’t he?" She muttered, still talking to herself. She screamed again. Of course he did, why else would he turn away so suddenly? He must have been disappointed by what he saw. How could she ever look him in the eyes again? Now, every time he looked at her, he would see her nakedness. What was she supposed to do?
"No!" She cried out, overwhelmed by the humiliation. How could an unmarried woman allow a man to see her like that? Well, legally she was married, but not properly, not in any way that mattered to her. In her heart, she still felt unmarried. At least he had the decency to turn away, but the image was probably burned into his mind forever.
"Miss Pat?" Came Maria’s voice from outside the door. Patricia quickly wiped her tears, got out of bed, and walked to the door. She opened it, forcing a smile as Maria stood there.
"I am so sorry, I forgot to inform you about the malfunctioning taps downstairs," Maria said apologetically. "Since no one uses that floor regularly, we didn’t think to check them. But I have called someone to come look at it tomorrow. Would you mind using an upstairs bathroom for now?"
Patricia muttered an understanding, "Ohh," finally realizing why the water had stopped.