Ian did not linger in the bathroom after this. His gaze swept across the empty bathroom after his 'guest' had left, and he stepped out decidedly, pondering over the information he had been given. The anger was still visible in his frame, but then the thought of her fizzled it like water poured on a flame.
'I have to apologize and let her go back!' Totally forgetting about the fact that he had decided not to, but then, he stopped short when he re-entered the room.
She had just put the phone away and turned to look at him when all the resolve and the rehearsals he had had disappeared.
To find a woman who was the object of your newfound fantasy in your clothes was a different thrill for Ian. One that he did not know he had. He looked at her clothes folded and deduced that she was not in any underwear.
I agree sister! Age is really just a number!