Page 32 of With This Lie

“Well, I hope you like breakfast?” I ask.

“Are you kidding me? It’s like my favorite thing,” she says.

Her words echo my thoughts and I smile. “Me too,” I say.

She looks up at me shocked. “Can you believe some people only eat breakfast in the morning? They’re missing out,” she says.

“I totally agree,” I say. I watch her pick up her fork and start. I mirror her actions. “So, did your bath help you feel better at all?”

“Definitely. A good bath can help take the stress away,” she says.

“I honestly don’t remember the last time I took a bath,” I say.

She looks up at me in shock. “Really? You’re totally missing out,” she says, putting a bite of eggs in her mouth.

“You know what I think it is?” I ask.

“What?”

“Well, I’m just so lonely in there all by myself. Maybe if I had someone to take one with me that would make me feel better about the whole experience,” I say, shooting her my best sexy look.

She laughs and nods. “You know, maybe you’re right. Maybe I can help with that sometime.”

“Oh, I wish you would,” I say.

She smiles at me and takes another bite. Our sexy banter goes on between bites and bits of conversation until we are sitting there in front of empty plates.

“That was delicious,” she says.

“I’m glad you liked it,” I reply, leaning back in my chair. It grows silent for a few moments and I watch a curiosity form behind her eyes.

“Come with me,” she says, pushing back from her chair and holding out her hand.

I stand and fold my hand into hers.

She walks me to the bathroom and starts running more bath water.

“Didn’t you just do this?” I ask.

“It’s not for me,” she says.

I tilt my head and watch her let the water run over the back of her hand for a moment. She plugs the drain and adds some salt stuff from a bottle, then some liquid stuff from another bottle. She turns to me and begins unbuttoning my shirt. She pushes it off my shoulders and it falls behind me. I try to reach for her, but she puts my hands back down beside me. I smile. I like this game.

She unbuttons my pants next, pulling them down at the same time as my briefs. Her eyes take me in, and I watch her breathing pick up. She turns from me and sticks her hand into the water to double check it.

“Okay,” she says. “In you go.”

I step over to the tub and put my foot in. The warmth from the water travels up my legs. I sit down into it completely and my body instantly slumps with relief.

“Lean back,” she says, and I do as she tells me.

I’m in uncharted territory with bath time here. She takes a loofa and adds some liquid soap to it. She lathers it in until it begins to foam and then she crouches over me to rub it over my chest and arms and neck.

“This is better than I expected,” I say. I close my eyes and let her pamper me.

“Okay, lean up now so I can get your back,” she says. She repeats the soft, swirling motions over my back and up my neck and then rinses it away and pushes me back down into place. She rinses off the front of me and puts the loofa back on the side of the tub. She grabs a stool from behind her and sits beside me. “I’m glad you like it,” she says, watching me fall into complete relaxation. “Hopefully it’s helping melt away any stresses from your day.”

“Oh, it is. Definitely,” I say.

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