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“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“I just feel kind of…I don’t know…grubby.”
He smiled. “I like grubby.”
Shit.What was she supposed to do now?
“It’s okay,” he said, as if he could read her mind. “I know just the thing.”
“You do?”
“Don’t move.” He pushed off the sofa and left the room.
Seconds later, she heard the bathwater running, and a few minutes after that, he was back in the living room. “Your bath awaits, milady.”
“You poured me a bath? That’s so sweet.”
“Yeah, well. I realized I haven’t been the greatest boyfriend in the world these last few weeks.”
“You don’t have to be the greatest…” She felt an unfamiliar, and decidedly unpleasant, stab of guilt.
“Sure I do. Anyway, go have your bath, and I’ll see you after.”
“What about dinner? I’m starving.”
“We can worry about that later. Go have your bath before the water gets cold.”
She nodded, wobbling toward the hallway.
“Love the shoes,” Noah called after her.
—
She stayed in the bath for more than half an hour, topping it up with hot water regularly to soothe her sore back and wondering what to do about Noah. Clearly he was in an amorous mood. But what about her? Could she have sex with more than one man on the same night, within hours of each other?
Not that she hadn’t done it before. She’d had sex with both Johnny Valente and his brother Vince at a frat party, but that was almost fifteen years ago and she’d been pretty wasted. Then there was that six-month period a couple of years back when she was dating three different guys and sleeping with all of them.
Good times,she thought with a smile.
Of course, none of those had been exclusive relationships, and she was pretty sure the men had been doing the same thing, so technically she hadn’t been cheating. Tonight was different. She’d definitely crossed a line. She felt another twinge of guilt.Damn it.Why had Noah picked tonight of all nights to turn into a knight in shining armor?
Except he wasn’t exactly wearing armor, she thought as he walked into the room, carrying a tray, with nothing but a towel around his waist. The tray contained a selection of cheese and crackers and two glasses of champagne.
“What’s this?”
He perched on the side of the tub. “You said you were starving.”
“So I did.”
“There’s Brie, cheddar, and Cambozola, which, if memory serves, is your favorite.”
“Wow.” She helped herself to a cracker with a thick slab of Cambozola.
“Have some champagne.” He lowered the tray to the tile floor and handed her one of the glasses.
“What’s the occasion?”
“Does there have to be an occasion?”
