You give up your towel

Ethan took a deep, shuddering breath. There was no way out but through. His fingers went to the knot at his hip, trembling slightly as they worked the frayed fabric loose. The towel gave way with a soft whisper, and he pulled it free, the cool air of the apartment hitting his fully exposed body like a slap.

He was naked. Completely, utterly naked. His cock stood at full attention, thick and flushed, curving slightly upward, pre-cum glistening at the tip. He couldn't hide it, couldn't will it away. He held the towel out to Gaby with one hand, the other instinctively moving to cover himself—a pathetic, insufficient shield.

Gaby took the towel with a satisfied hum, folding it neatly over her arm as if she'd just received a returned library book. Her eyes, however, were locked on what he was trying to hide. "My, my," she murmured appreciatively. "No wonder Chloe keeps you around."

“Hey, I’m attentive, reliable, and I make excellent coffee. This is just the bonus content.” Ethan replied.

She turned away with light chuckle, pulling her phone from her pocket as she walked deeper into the apartment. Her thumbs moved rapidly across the screen, typing something. Ethan shifted his weight, his heart hammering. “Okay, I’ve caved. The towel is yours. Release the hostage, please.”

Gaby paused her typing and looked back at him over her shoulder, one eyebrow arched. “The hostage?” A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips. “Sweetheart, the hostage has been released. He’s standing right there in front of me, looking very… unbound.” Her gaze dropped meaningfully to his groin. “Now, the ransom… that’s a different story.” She went back to her phone.

Ethan prodded, "Gaby...."

"Right, right. The key." She set the phone down on a side table and began opening drawers in a small console near the hallway. She rummaged through one, then another, humming to herself. "I know it's here somewhere…"