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Following the sounds and scents, I find him perched on the edge of the biggest tub I’ve ever seen.
In keeping with the décor of the suite, it’s an old claw footed tub, standing a good three and a half feet high and more than twice that long.
There are bubbles piled up over the rim, giving it the appearance of a giant ice cream soda.
The cherry on top is Blake, grinning as he scans my body with hungry eyes.
“The water’s just right,” he tells me, running his hand through it before standing up and tracing the same hand down my front so I can feel just how warm it is.
I watch with a gasp as the front of his white robe shifts, showing me he’s more than happy to see me.
“I ran you a bath,” he remarks, stating the obvious.
“And bought flowers,” I observe, noticing bunch after bunch of red roses filling the bathroom as well as the whole suite.
There’s another scent too, one that sets my belly growling. Food.
Delicious, hot, everything I always tell myself I’m not supposed to eat.
And without even asking I know that while I’ve slept, Blake’s been busy getting everything just perfect for when I wake up.
“I’m not getting in there by myself, am I?” I ask, remembering I can’t swim. It really is a huge tub.
“I’ll be right there,” he murmurs, kissing me on the lips before taking my hand, and easing me into the perfectly warm water.
Not too hot and not too cold, just right with enough heat to see us through for a while yet.
“I’ll just grab us something to eat while you soak,” he tells me, making his way from the bathroom out into the monster suite as I let myself sink back, never having felt so relaxed in my whole life.
There’s a ring of a bell, and Blake calls out that he’ll answer it.
A hotel suite with a doorbell. I wonder what else he’s ordered up to surprise me with.
It might be our clothes finally here, or some more food? Ah, who knows where Blake’s concerned. He’s a magician.
A wizard and I’m truly under his spell.
But lazing back into the tub, even before I hear the other voice, I sense something’s wrong.
I sit up suddenly, water sloshing over the sides and splashing on the black and white tiled floor noisily. A scented candle snuffing itself as if it too knows that something’s happened to intrude on the moment.
“…I’m sorry Mr. Mason we did try to stop him. Security’s on the way up…”
What the...
Then I hear it.
My dad’s voice.
There are the sounds of a scuffle and I stifle a scream when I hear furniture being knocked over, the sound of heavy porcelain being broken.
“Where is she you son of a bitch!” My dad snarls, followed by more scuffling and what sounds like hotel staff restraining him.
Blake hasn’t made a sound so far, and that’s what sees me up and out of the tub in a second. Drying myself and finding a robe I make my way out.
Stopping him from doing anything he’ll regret. My dad that is.
I’m not worried about Blake, only what he might do if he’s forced to defend himself or pushed too far.
“Where is she?” My dad roars again. “Who the fuck are you, you swine. I’ll see you behind bars after I’ve finished with you...”
I peek around the bathroom door frame and make my way to the bedroom door, peeking out again before I see Blake, standing firm with his hands by his sides, curling his fingers ready to make a fist or two if need be.
There are a couple of hotel staff pulling my dad back out through the suite’s main entrance. Someone who must be the manager is there too, apologizing to Blake as they drag my dad out of the room.
Blake spots me, motioning me to join him which I do.
Before I reach him though I make eye contact with my dad. He scans the matching robes Blake and I have on, joins some dots in his mind and his face falls.
He crumples, with all his rage and bravado gone, and he calls out my name.
More of a croak. “Krystal? Krystal. Tell me what’s happened. Where’s Nate? Who the hell is this guy and why aren’t you dressed?”
He seems to recover some of his authority as he fires question after question, but it’s Blake who has all the answers he wants not me.
Blake motions for the puffing staff to let him go, holding both his palms facing my dad.
“Now, take it easy Jack. No more jumping around or you’ll hurt yourself,” he says with a deep, commanding tone.
My dad looks taken aback, seeming to recognize something about Blake, but his head is shaking so hard from side to side he has to put his hands to his temples to stop it.
