Page 152 of Biggest Player
I shake my head, laughing. “Maybe I could make an exception?”
“Good, because I have stuff planned for us.” His grin widens.
“Stuff?”
“You know. Movies, snacks. And if you’re up for it, we can do some of thatotherstuff too.” He wiggles his eyebrows like a creep, and I giggle.
And other stuff . . .
“Oh yeah. Like what?”
His massive shoulders shrug. “Thought maybe you could take a bath while I sit and talk to you? I have a huge tub.”
Oh? My ears like the sound of that. “I haven’t taken a bath in ages. My tub is small and not all that relaxing.”
Eagerly I follow him to the master bathroom—the sight has my breath catching. Shiny tile. Gold hardware. An enormous glass-enclosed shower.
The room is spacious—larger than my entire bedroom at home—the soak tub like a small pool. He already lit candles (or his assistant did) and they cast a soft, flickering light that makes everything seem dreamlike. The flames reflect against the surrounding glossy tile.
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “This is incredible.” My fingers glide along the edge of the tub. “It’s like being at an actual spa.”
Not that I’ve been to a spa in ages. Last time was a friend’s bachelorette party three years ago. It was magic.
“I’m glad you think so. I don’t use it that often.” Dex steps closer. “Let me grab you a robe while you get comfortable. I’ll get the water running.”
I watch as he turns the gold faucet handles, adjusting the temperature until steam begins to rise. Then, he adds a giant blob of bubble bath, filling the room with the calming aroma of eucalyptus and mint.
I inhale.Ahhh, it smells fantastic.
“I’m impressed.” I already feel relaxed, and I haven’t gotten into the water yet.
Dex’s eyes roam my face. “Anything for you.”
I shiver and slowly begin to undress, a mix of anticipation and exhilaration thrumming through my body. He’s seen me naked—of course he has; we’ve had sex and fooled around—but when he doesn’t look away, I shiver again. His gaze is appreciative and filled with desire, and he isn’t shy about it.
My shirt hits the floor.
I ease off my bottoms, and those land around my ankles.
I bend, sliding off my underwear—wishing I’d worn something sexier—trying to be smooth and casual about it, as if I were a dancer in an exotic club.
He watches me, transfixed.
Once my bra joins the rest of my clothes, I walk to the tub and dip my toe over the edge, into the bubbles.
Perfect.
One leg in, then the other, I ease myself in and let the hot, rushing water envelop me. I let out a sigh of contentment as bubbles surround my breasts, stomach, and legs, just my shoulders above the waterline.
“This feels amazing,” I murmur, sinking deeper. “Mmm.”
There is a chair at the vanity, and Dex pulls it next to the tub, close enough to put his fingers in the water. “You deserve to be pampered,” he says softly. “The last twenty-four hours have been stressful, and it’s been my fault.”
Eh, that’s not entirely true. My ex and my daughter add a certain amount of stress, too, and let’s not forget about my mother, whose nonstop meddling in my life does not help.
I close my eyes, the soothing sound of his deep voice above me. “You’re right. This is exactly what I needed.”
Dex moves forward, leaning over the side so his lips can brush mine in a tender kiss.
