Page 73 of Assassin's Obsession

Turning to see, my butt slides along his thigh. Electricity arcs between us and for a second the air is suspended in my chest.

Then two showerheads about four feet up the wall and on opposite sides of the enclosure begin to spit out a cascade of water, startling me into breathing again.

Steam fills the glass enclosure too quickly to be the result of the water alone and sure enough there are vents on the floor emitting gentle puffs of steam, filling the air with the scent of mint and eucalyptus.

I have never once in my life been in such a luxurious shower. "Washing at home is going to feel like taking a spit bath after this."

"Then I guess it's a good thing this is now your home."

I shove my arm up and smack his chest with the back of my hand. "What did we say?"

His chuckle is the only acknowledgement I get to my words. Then he nudges me forward.

Out of habit, I put my hand out to check the temperature of the water. It's deliciously warm, but not too hot.

Angelo's hands settle on my shoulders, his thumbs kneading the base of my neck. "It won't change temperature no matter how long we take."

Trying hard not to melt into a puddle of goo from the neck massage, I ask, "Why's that, magic?"

I wouldn't find that impossible to believe with this man. There's definitely some kind of magic in the way my muscles are relaxing under his touch.

"It's hooked up to its own instant hot water heater. Just as the showers in your…" He stops talking and kisses the top of my head. "But I won't mention that right now."

Reluctantly, because the massage will end, I turn to face him. Pleased with himself, he's smiling like he expects a gold starfor remembering my moratorium on talking about my mom and sister moving into the mansion.

If I had one, I might give it to him, but all I can do is return his smile with one of my own.

That seems to be all he needs because gray eyes that can give a glacier a run for its money for coldness light up. "You are so beautiful when you smile,amate."

I don't know how to reply to that. Men don't tell me my smile is beautiful. That's not what they're looking at when they see me.

Angelo traces around my mouth before swiping his thumb across my bottom lip. "The first thing I noticed about you were these perfectly luscious lips curved so prettily in a smile."

"Now I know you're lying," I tease with an underlying sense of truth. "No way did you notice my face before my body when I was practically naked."

I'm billed as voluptuous. Which means I've got banging curves the customers show a lot of appreciation for. Men drool over my big boobs and butt and according to Piper, they fantasize all sorts of things they want to do with them that I never want to know about.

"I do not lie to you," Angelo says with conviction. "First, it was your lips and then it was your eyes."

"Were you daydreaming about blowjobs?" I tease as I step backward into the warm rain he calls a shower. "But I don't get how my eyes caught your attention."

He follows me, not allowing any distance to form between us. "I didn't fantasize about you wrapping those luscious lips around my cock until the third night I watched you dance, but your eyes mesmerized me."

At least he admits to thinking about it, which makes me more likely to believe him about beingmesmerizedby my eyes.

Warm water patters onto my head in droplets, not the steady stream coming from the wall mounted showerheads. Ididn't even know water could be made to do that with no clouds involved.

Hot water from the showerhead in the wall washes over my sweat encrusted body. And I close my eyes turning my face up to the rainwater from the ceiling.

For long moments, I simply stand there, letting the water wash away the stress of the night and the wee hours of this morning.

The stress of what I perceived as rejection from Angelo after crushing on him so hard and offering myself on a platter.

The stress of nearly dying at the hands of my sperm donor's men.

The stress of being kidnapped by Mario and Derian.

Not to mention my near heart attack from worrying about my mom and my sister being upset enough to call the cops when I didn't come home after work.

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