Julia Sawalha

Of course. That lovely voice, that curvy body, those big soulful eyes- you were clearly distracted by the sight of her dark nipples poking through her shirt. It must have gotten really cold out there.

"I decided to give myself a shower instead," she calls down. "I haven't had a good wash all day, I'm a bit sweaty."

She had to say that, you think to yourself. You hear the water turn on, and instinctively your mind dredges up the fantasy, one you've had many nights, of Julia naked in the shower, wet and soaping herself, massaging her bountiful breasts...

You try and snap yourself out of it, as you walk upstairs to the linen closet next to the bathroom. Maybe just set out a bathrobe for her, so she doesn't have to get into those wet things again. You hear her humming to herself, and turn to the door- she seems to have forgotten to close it fully. Oh, dear.

Temptation sneaks up on you. Julia's never done any nude scenes or anything (unfortunately)- you've no idea what she looks like naked, though she's probably gorgeous. But if she caught you peeking, she'd probably get pissed off and it'd be very awkward spending the night with her in the same house... decisions, decisions...