Page 46 of The Billionaire's Assistant

He smiled. “You take luxury very seriously.”

“What would be the point of all the money I have if I didn’t?”

When the water was warm, we stepped in, I squirted some body wash in my hand and started washing off Ben. I’d showered with several people before, but it had always either turned sexual or we’d only focused on getting clean. With Ben, it was different. I enjoyed cleaning him carefully, gently. I wanted to take care of him. And then, when he did the same for me, it was almost more intimate than I could take. I felt like I was sharing much more than my body with him.

When we stepped out, I insisted on toweling him dry, then I handed him one of the fluffy white robes I kept in the bathroom.

“You keep a spare robe in here?”

“I like to be prepared for guests. Or rather, I like my housekeeping service to keep the place prepared for guests. I’ve never really had to do much for myself.”

He nodded, but he didn’t say anything. Had I just made him feel more uncomfortable?

“Have a seat.” I gestured toward the bench built into the tub surround. I could feel him watching me as I adjusted the water and started to fill the tub. I added in some citrus bubble bath, knowing it would smell wonderful against his skin.

When I turned and met his eyes, they were filled with wonder. “What is it?”

“I never thought I’d see you like this, taking care of me, doing something as simple as running a bath. I mean when people talk about you—” He stopped abruptly and looked away.

“It’s okay, baby. I know people talk about me. I’m sure you’ve heard plenty, some good, some bad, some absolutely outlandish like how I’ve supposedly fathered a few alien babies and led some sort of sex cult.”

He giggled. “Nothing quite as outrageous as that. Maybe I haven’t been on the right websites.”

“Possibly not. I’ll see if I can direct you to something more entertaining.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to get in the bath with me?”

I looked at the water, considering. “As nice as that would be, I do need to feed you.”

“Yeah, but I….”

I could feel his hesitation. “Whatever you want, you can ask for it.”

“I’d like to watch you cook.”

I smiled. “You have a cooking fetish?”

“With you I might. But I just enjoy…I enjoy seeing you doing things you’re good at, and I know you wouldn’t have offered to cook for me if you weren’t good at it.”

“You’ve got me there. I don’t like to do anything in front of people that I’m not good at.”

“Are there things you’re not good at?”

So many.But instead of letting myself go to a darker place, I smiled. “Skateboarding.”

His eyes went wide. “Surely you never tried to be a skater boy.”

“I went through a strange phase in college, but we won’t talk about that.”

He laughed. The sound was rich, and so very real. I wanted to think of every humorous thing I could tell him just to hear that sound again.

“I cannot see you, Mr. Bespoke Suits Only, on a skateboard.”

“It’s a good thing you haven’t, because I assure you, I’m lucky I didn’t crack my head open.”

“You can’t leave me with nothing but that.”

“Fine. I met this guy, and that’s what he was into. I was going through a phase where I thought it would be very cool to be as different from myself as I could be.”

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