Page 62 of Always Salty

Yet, here Dima was, paying attention and giving me everything.

It was…a really great feeling.

Sure, he might’ve gotten all this information by stalking me instead of asking me, or observing these things by spending time with me, but I wasn’t going to complain about his means.

I actually quite enjoyed the thought of him liking me so much that he wanted to know my every like and dislike.

Sure, this should’ve been a huge red flag waving through the air, but I was pretty good at putting blinders on.

Kind of like I was right then as he discussed business with Shasha with me lying on his bed able to hear it all.

Shasha didn’t know that I was there, or likely he would’ve been a lot more careful with his words.

That showed how much trust Dima had in me, to let me in on his innermost thoughts.

Funny enough, I didn’t think Shasha would be too happy about me hearing all that I’d heard tonight.

They’d started talking about Dima watching Shasha’s girls so Brecken and Shasha could go out to eat just them.

Then they’d moved on to other matters.

Matters that involved torture, mayhem, and espionage.

It was rather interesting to listen to, and I wondered if some of their practices could be enacted in Castanon Enterprises.

Life would be a whole lot more simple if we could just dispose of the board members that I knew would put up the biggest fight to what Copper was wanting to do.

And what did it say about me that I was thinking about that instead of doing this the correct way?

Probably because you know that they’ll make yours and Copper’s life a living hell for the next however long it takes.

I got up from the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible, and headed for the shower.

I had a couple of hours until Dima was expected to start babysitting, and I wanted to be clean after the long night that I’d had.

I should really catch a few hours of shut-eye, too.

I knew from experience that sleep deprivation and me didn’t mingle well.

If they were still talking after I got done with my shower, I’d take a nap until Dima woke me up.

I was halfway through my shower with shampoo and conditioner that I had to special order because of its clean ingredients, when I felt the air shift behind me.

I opened my eyes after the suds finally rinsed free of my face and glanced over my shoulder to see Dima, naked, coming into the shower room behind me.

Dima’s entire place was extravagant, albeit quite empty.

The bathroom was no different.

The door to the bathroom looked innocuous enough, but that’s where the normalness ended. The moment you breached the doorway, you were met with a wall-to-ceiling marble slab. The entryway fed you right into a recessed room that had a pedestal sink to your right with a large mirrored wall behind it decorated in lights.

To the right of the sink was an elevated cabinet where there was a freakin’ towel warmer built into the cabinets, along with every single product from hair to skin to feet right under the towel warming shelf.

To the left was the clawfoot tub, and directly in front of the door was a shower that took up the whole back half of the space.

It was easily twelve feet wide, had six showerheads, and even more smaller water sprayers down lower to make sure that you never missed a spot.

There was a long-ass bench that stretched the entire length of the shower stall, and I decided the moment that I stepped into it that I was going to make it my new home.

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