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I didn't even know that you could get bombs for the bath.
"Watch this!" Elara said before she dropped it in.
I cooed as the soapy sphere fizzed away to nothing, leaving a rose petal aroma in its wake.
Elara lit candles and pulled down the blinds.
"This is so far out of my comfort zone," I said. "I feel like I should be checking the time. And my phone! What if Dad needs me? Or Ethan? And shit! The gutters! I forgot about the gutters."
Elara put her hands on her hips. "Now Cole, you can do this. You're not going to have a panic attack over relaxing, are you?"
"I don't know why it's so hard." My heart pounded.
She stepped in close, masking the sweet smell of the bath bomb with her very own jasmine and lemon scent. "I know why." She stood on tiptoes to kiss my forehead. "It's because helping others is your way to feel good about yourself."
Damn. She knew me better than I knew myself.
"You think?"
"I know. It's okay to feel that way. But I promise you, you deserve to help yourself, too. So, chop, chop. Clothes off."
I looked into her dancing eyes as I pulled off my shirt and pants. She made no attempt to conceal the fact that she stared straight at my cock.
"Now what?" I asked, standing naked in front of her.
"Just give me two seconds to memorize exactly how good you look . . . okay, now you can get in the bath."
"What are you going to do?"
A mysterious smile played on her lips. "Buy you a present."
"You don't have to buy me anything."
"I know," she said brightly. "But I want to. Now, you’re staying in there for half an hour minimum, understand? Not a minute less."
I stepped into the bath. "Are you some kind of relaxation dominatrix?"
She licked her lips and leaned in close. "I can be whatever you want me to be, big boy." Then she planted a single, wet kiss on my chest. "Now get that hard body into the bath. Don’t make me get out my riding crop!"
I sank into the tub, watching as she sauntered out, lifting her shirt to flash me a peek of her perfect peach of a bottom before disappearing.
At first, staying still felt impossible. I was always doing something, planning something. Rarely did I allow myself a quiet moment. And mostly, my quiet moments were spent hitting a bag or learning to play goddamn chess.
My mind was racing with thoughts of all the tasks waiting for me—the bar, the fuse box, the gutters.
But gradually, those worries faded. I pictured Elara, out doing something special for me simply because she wanted to. I thought about the love I had for my girls. How grateful I was that my dad was still around and relatively healthy. And by the time my half hour was up, it struck me that I didn't actually want to get out.
A few minutes later, I heard the front door open, and Elara's happy voice called out, "I hope you're still in that tub!"
The bathroom door swung open and she grinned. Fuck, she was beautiful. Dressed in the same T-shirt, tucked into faded jeans that fit her perfectly, and the white sandals she'd worn to our date last night. "Well done. I'm proud of you. Did you enjoy it?"
"You know, I actually did."
"That’s awesome! So, do you want to stay in longer, or come out now?"
I looked up at the ceiling, enjoying the feeling of the warm water. "Five more minutes."
