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8
My pleasant dreamswere rudely interrupted by the shrill sound of my cell phone ringing.
I felt a jolt beside me and opened my eyes to see Juliet sitting up, holding the sheet to her chest with one hand while she looked around the room for the source of the noise.
“It’s my cell,” I whispered, grinning when her head whipped toward me in surprise. I sat up with a groan, rolling my neck and my shoulders. “It’s probably Layla.”
“Your sister-in-law?”
“Yeah. She threatened to harass me about how the date went.”
I walked across the room and rolled my eyes when I saw the word ‘Restricted’ on the screen.
“Yeah, it’s got to be her.”
“You aren’t sure?”
“The caller id is blocked so I guess I can’t be completely sure, but it’d be my best guess.” I ignored the call and powered down the phone before tossing it back by my wallet. “Doesn’t matter either way.”
Juliet smiled as I made my way back to bed and immediately pulled her close. She snuggled up against me with a content sigh and I let my eyes drift shut.
“Ethan?”
“Five more minutes.”
“But—” she started, but cut herself off and sighed. “Never mind. More cuddling sounds good.”
“What were you going to suggest?” I sleepily wondered.
“A shower.”
“Well in that case...” I trailed off as I sat up, dragging her with me despite her groans of protest. “Don’t pout, doll. You’re going to love my bathroom.”
She perked up at that. So much so that it ended up being her dragging me to my master bathroom. Before I could join her, she spun around and frowned at me.
“Would you mind waiting outside for a minute?”
I nodded and stepped back, smirking at the sight of her embarrassed smile. I hadn’t thought about it the night before, but I probably should have woken her up so she could pee before falling asleep.
I promised myself I’d be more diligent next time and waited patiently while she used the toilet. When the door opened again, she was looking up at me with wide eyes.
“Your bathroom is ridiculous.”
It was a fair statement. When I had the house built, I made sure that the master bathroom went above and beyond. The tub was the most luxurious part and while I wasn’t a man who enjoyed taking baths, I made damn sure it’d be big enough to fit both my large frame and another person.
The idea of soaping up Juliet in the tub sounded fantastic, but she was already inspecting the shower stall. It was then that I remembered she had a shift at Edelman’s in the afternoon and I’d have to take her home soon.
“Is this one of those rainwater shower heads?”
“Yep.”
“I love those. Show me how to turn it on?”
While I did have a custom shower built that was big enough for me when I first designed the house, I had no idea how many different types of showerheads there were until Sarah moved in. I’d given her free reign to make changes in the house and footed the bill, and the added luxury to the shower stall was one of the things she chose to change. Not that I planned to tell Juliet that.
“Like this,” I said as I showed her which knobs to turn. “Temperature is here. The knob below it is the pressure for the wall head. The pressure for the overhead spray is on that wall.”
She played with the knobs until she was satisfied with her setup and then gestured for me to join her. I closed the door and stalked toward her—lifting her by the hips and pinning her against the wall.
