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She had.

Multiple times.

But she was probably still going to test him. That was just who she was.

“I look forward to it,” he whispered in her ear as though he’d read her mind.

Holy heck.

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Tamsyn watched as he moved away and started to fill the bath with water.

“Can I ask questions?”

“We won’t play until you’re more comfortable with me,” he said suddenly. “And before we do, I’ll go through protocol. I’ll tell you when I want high protocol. That will mean no talking without permission, no arguments, no sass. You’ll always have a way to safeword out. Any other time, I expect you to ask as many questions as you desire.”

“Oh. Okay.” There was so much to think about in that.

“What was your question?” he prompted as he crouched and opened the cupboard doors.

“Why are you running me a bath?” She took a sniff of herself. “Do I stink?”

Oh God.

That was it, wasn’t it?

She stunk.

He stood up, holding some bubble bath.

“What? No, of course you don’t smell.”

“Then why?” she asked.

Salem stared at her for so long that she started to feel really self-conscious.

“Have you never taken a bath just to relax? For fun?”

Uh.

No.

But she should have guessed that. It wasn’t like she didn’t know that people took baths for fun. It’s just that she never had. She wasn’t sure that she’d ever lived anywhere with access to a bath.

And if she had, she wasn’t sure that she would have taken the time to relax.

It wasn’t something she really knew how to do.

“You haven’t, have you?” Salem said.

Tamsyn braced herself for questions and the fact that she was going to have to lie to him.

God.

She was really starting to hate this.

And it was likely only going to get worse.

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