Page 77 of Undone

She did what the note said and followed the petals to the bathroom. With her hand gripping the doorknob, she leaned closer and listened carefully.

Nothing but the music could be heard.

When she opened it, she poked her head in and whispered, “Dylan?”

No sign of him.

As soon as she walked in, her nose immediately picked up the light scent of lavender. The lights were dimmed low and candles flickered softly on the long quartz counter. A few larger pedestal candles on the floor circled the large standalone, jetted tub.

After shutting the door, she approached it and noticed more petals floating on top of the steaming water.

Oh yes, it seemed like he wanted her to join him in a romantic interlude. He went above and beyond to make it all so inviting.

She pinched her forearm to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. No one had ever done anything like this for her before. Certainly not Kyle. Or Ford. Or even Dylan.

“Get in the tub,” Dylan’s order came from who knew where.

“Are you joining me?”

“In a minute. Do as I order, Erin.”

Fine. If she had to.

She smiled. “Yes, Sir.” Soaking in a warm lavender-scented tub surrounded by candles would certainly not be a hardship.

After quickly stripping off her clothes, she folded them neatly and placed them on the corner of the counter. When she went back to the tub, she drew a finger through the water to make sure it wasn’t too hot or cold before climbing in with a sigh.

She loved taking baths. Besides having sex with Ford, she considered soaking in a warm bath as self-care. Especially when it was scented with bath salts, bath bombs or even bubble bath.

Slipping farther down into the silky water, until only her shoulders and head were exposed, she turned the jets on low and waited for Dylan to come through the door. He had to be hiding in his bedroom.

Why was he being so mysterious?

It wasn’t like she didn’t know he invited her over for sex. It had been quite obvious when his text simply asked, “Repeat?”

When she texted back her acceptance to his invitation, he gave her the time and place but no other details.

Even so, why was he hiding? Was he about to jump out in some crazy leather bodysuit with a whip in his hand?

She giggled softly at the thought of Dylan wearing a leather onesie.

After a few more minutes of waiting, she leaned her head back against the little waterproof pillow and closed her eyes. She might as well enjoy the wait. However, if he didn’t make an appearance before the water turned cold, she was drying off, getting dressed and heading out.

She must’ve drifted off to sleep because when she finally opened her eyes, it wasn’t only Dylan in the bathroom with her. Ford was there, too. Both stood by the tub, wearing only boxer briefs.

She blinked. Was she still asleep? Was this a dream?

It had to be. How lucky could a woman get? She had two hot, handsome men, with the impressive outlines of erections pushing through their cotton-blend underwear at her fingertips.

She had to assume their hard-ons were over her. Not each other.

Wait.“Is this real?”

Ford answered first. “I hope so.”

“But… what is all this? Dylan never said you’d be here.”

Dylan answered next. “I wanted it to be a surprise.”

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