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He was quiet for a second before asking, “Do you have some Epsom salt, bubble bath, or anything like that?”
I didn’t know if I did. I rarely took a bath; showers were my usual ritual. But there was one thing I’d had for a while. “I have a cherry bath bomb from last Christmas.”
I made him laugh again, though I wasn’t sure why that was funny.
“Were you saving it for something?”
“Hey,” I teased him. “Every girl should have a bath bomb handy.”
“For what?” he growled.
Was he jealous? “Well, if you were here, you’d find out.”
I thought I had gone too far with my teasing until he finally answered me.
“Put the bath bomb in the tub, then fill it. Call me back when it’s ready.”
He hung up on me.
I blinked at the phone, a little shocked at his abrupt departure, but not so shocked that I didn’t jump up to immediately do as he said. I prepared a bath, exactly how I like it - with the bath bomb, the radio playing 80’s tunes in the background, and to be totally decadent, I poured myself a glass of Moscato. When my bath was ready, I hesitated. Did I get into it and then call him, or did he have something else in mind?
I hit the call button.
He answered right away.
“Hey,” was all I could croak out.
“Hey, yourself,” he whispered silkily. “Are you ready?”
“I have a tub of hot water and a fizzy cherry waiting for me.”
He sucked in a breath so deeply I heard every guttural note. “A fizzy cherry, huh?”
“You know. The bath bomb thing.”
He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, I know. Are you in the tub yet, or did you wait for me?”
I bit my lip at his husky tone.
“I waited.”
“Good girl,” he purred.
I could practically feel his approval in his gravelly voice.
“Do you have any candles?”
Candles? Why hadn’t I thought about that?
“Give me two seconds,” I murmured. I had one candle by my bed and another on the bookshelf. I had a few more, but they were stashed away for utilitarian purposes like power outages and snowstorms, not erotic experiences like over-the-phone bubble baths.
I used a match from my supply in the kitchen drawer and arranged the lit candles as best I could. My bathroom was super small, barely having room for the tub/shower combo as it was. I put one candle on the sink and the other on the toilet tank. Not the most romantic setup, but it was the best I could do.
“All done.”
“Turn out the lights.”
“Done,” I murmured into the phone, an unexpected amount of nerves suddenly popping up.
