Peter

"Hurry up, Jason. I need to get ready for work," Peter said. He was clearly irritated, which was a good sign.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Jason asked. "I'll be out in a few minutes."

"Christ, you're such a girl Jason..." Peter said, his voice dropping as he walked away from the door.

Jason rolled her eyes, patting herself dry for another couple of minutes before wrapping the towel around herself, covering herself from breasts to mid thigh. She grabbed the hairdryer and started drying her shoulder length hair, which took another couple of minutes.

Hair dry, she opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. Peter was still there, just waiting further down the hall. Jason huffed. "Hoping for a peek?"

Peter glared at her, but she couldn't help but notice that his eyes did scan her body. He made his way down the hall, pushing past her, and entered the bathroom. Jason shook her head and headed back to her room. She closed her door and dropped her towel, then set about getting dressed.

A dark purple thong and matching 34 C bra. Next, a black pair of yoga pants and her work shirt, a dark blue t-shirt. Her nametag was in her purse, along with most of the other things she needed for her day.

Jason glanced at the clock. She had time to eat breakfast here, if she wanted. That would likely mean another run in with Peter, though. She wasn't sure she wanted to deal with him any more. Alternatively, she could head out now, grab something at a Starbucks, and get to work early.