Page 25 of Pack Apollo

"Want to set your stuff down on the chair right there?" he asks motioning towards the corner.

I do as he says, even if I'm curious as to why I brought it if I'm going to be leaving it in the corner.

"I know it's a lot to ask," he says, circling around me and coming up behind me close enough that our bodies are touching. "But I'm going to ask you to trust me."

When I don't say anything, he covers my eyes with his hands and begins to slowly walk us across the room. Having only been here once before, I'm not confident enough with the layout to guess where we're going. Hell, he could be getting ready to toss me in his closet to hide my body for all I know.

By the time we've come to a stop, I'm pretty sure that I know where we are just by the sound my shoes made on the tile floor. Sure enough, he uncovers my eyes, and we're standingin the fancy bathroom with the aquarium. Only, this time, all around the edges of the tub are little gifts. Several are candles with tiny bows on top of them. There's a huge basket wrapped in plastic that appears to have every toiletry imaginable. It matches the extravagant vibe of the room for sure.

Motioning toward the middle of the tub where there's a wooden tray-like thing balanced on the edges, he says, "I saw this and thought it'd be pretty cool if you're the type that likes to read or even watch videos on your phone or tablet while you're in the bath."

I'd seen one, but never had the desire to blow money on it for myself. I can't say I've ever taken a book near any kind of water.

There's a bottle of something on ice beside the tub that he walks over to as he keeps talking. "It's non-alcoholic sparkling cider. I wasn't sure if you were a drinker or not since technically you're not of age, or because of..."

He trails off and my heart does a little pitter patter in my chest as I finish for him. "Because of my mom."

"Yeah," he says, popping the lid on the bottle and pouring some of the fizzy liquid into the tall champagne glass.

"I'm not a drinker," I admit and chuckle, covering my mouth. "Quite ironic since I work at a bar, huh?"

Laughing, he says, "You know, I didn't even think of that."

"You thought of everything else, though," I tell him, walking over to hug him around the waist. "Thank you so much for this."

"You're welcome," he remarks. "I was thinking a lot of the day what I wanted to do for you, and this popped into my head. I saw how your eyes lit up in here."

"I don't think you realize what this gift means," I muse. "I haven't had a bath in forever. It's showers only on campus, and I miss it so much."

He squeezes my shoulders. "I think you forget that I had to go to college to be a professor."

I let out a quick laugh, looking up to find him already smiling down at me. Reaching up on my toes, I press my lips against his. According to the information I picked up from the center today, we might be moving somewhat too fast, but now that I've committed, I'm not backing down.

Our kiss is short and sweet before he's pulling away. "Take all the time you want in here. I'll be right out there. Just let me know if you need anything."

"Oh," he states, pointing at buttons built into the tub. "There are different settings on here for the jets and to keep your water hot."

It's on the tip of my tongue to ask him to stay, but I don't. Instead, I watch the way his ass flexes beneath the tight slacks he's wearing as he leaves, closing the door behind him. Alone in the room now, it feels empty and lonely for a moment. Taking a deep breath, I walk over and take a look into the basket. There's everything from bath bombs, to body wash, to oils for after, to face masks and exfoliators for dry skin. Like I told him, he thought of everything.

Going over to turn the water on, I get it to the temperature that I like, borderline scalding hot, before hitting the button to plug the drain. It fills up about an inch or so before I go through the basket and find the biggest bath bomb, opening it and dropping it into the water. In a matter of seconds, the aroma of the room quickly changes to a soft vanilla scent that is relaxing and not at all overpowering. Waiting until the massive tub is halfway full, I strip down and step in.

I lose myself for a few minutes, simply letting my muscles relax under the warmth of the water. On the side closest to the basket there's a white pillow neck rest that drapes over the edge. Taking my glass, I scoot over to it. I'm happily surprised to finda small dip in the bottom that I hadn't noticed before. It's at the perfect angle to fit my bum so that I can lean back against the pillow without sliding down into the tub.

Sipping on my drink, I move it to the edge that borders the aquarium and set it down. Of course, I get distracted for a few simply watching all of the colors behind the glass. The fish don't seem disturbed at all that they're sharing a room with a naked girl practically groaning in satisfaction at a mere bath.

Going back into the basket, I pull out the facial mask, reading the instructions before lightly wetting my face, opening it and draping it across my skin. Another first, believe it or not. Even with all of my other online content, I've never considered doing anything for beauty products. I've never done anything other than yoga, fitness, and peace for mental health. Doing beauty content could open more avenues, but that'd require me to show my face, which I don't do currently. Something to think on another time when I'm not completely at peace relaxing.

Reaching to the buttons, I push the one for the jets, and they kick on immediately. The one against my back as I position myself back on the pillow pulls a moan from me as it works out tension there that I didn't realize had been there to begin with.

If anyone were to ask, I wouldn't be able to tell them exactly how long I’ve spent in here. All I know is that by the time I'm pulling the plug and struggling to stand up to get out, my skin is wrinkly, and I'm pretty sure I have a good head count on the number of fish in the aquarium. Which is a feat in itself considering there are a ton.

There's a small rolling cart I hadn't noticed before with towels and a thick, white robe with slippers beside it. I dry off and throw it on, slipping my feet into the shoes. I should probably put my clothes back on, but I can't bring myself to do it yet. The soft, thick material of the robe accents the bath so well that if it weren't for the sweet alpha on the other side of thedoor, I'd probably stay in this robe in here for hours, if I haven't already.

As I open the door and walk out, Brent is propped against his headboard, laptop across his knees. He smiles as I stroll over to his bed that looks super inviting and not for the fun reasons.

"Have a good bath?" he inquires, setting his computer off on the bedside table.

Closing my eyes, I sigh. "The best one I've ever had. Thank you."

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