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“Yes, my lady,” she agreed.
She laid back in the bath and closed her eyes. The warm water started working its magic, relieving the aches and pains from her muscles. She was almost asleep in the water when she heard the door click again. Assuming it was the maid returning to check on her, she did not even stir.
“Well, don't you look content?” Michael said in an amused tone.
Her eyes snapped open, shocked to see Michael watching her. He was standing at the end of the wash basin, arms crossed at his chest, staring down at her. Startled, she jumped, sloshing water onto the floor as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“What are you doing in here?” she asked incredulously. She looked around frantically, realizing that through the clear water, her naked body was almost perfectly exposed to him.
“You weren't at the breakfast table, so I asked the servants where you were,” he said. “Don’t worry, no one else heard, so the rest of the family is not aware that I am here.”
She sank below the surface of the water to better hide herself, while Michael took a seat in a chair in the corner of the room. Part of her wanted to tell him to go away, but at the same time, the desirous look on his face tempted her to let him stay. Conflicted, she just stared at him, waiting to see what he would do.
He watched her thoughtfully for a moment, the subtle shifts in his expression ranging from amused, aroused, and mischievous.
“Do you want to know what I'm thinking?” he asked, at last.
She nodded, skeptical.
“If you were my wife,” he said, “I would pull you from that bath and have my way with you right now.”
Her mouth formed a tiny “O” while her heart skipped a beat at the thought.
“How?” she asked in a tiny voice, before clearing her throat to say, “In what way would you have me?”
With a mischievous smile, he responded, “Perhaps I would take you from behind, or put you on your back on the floor. I like the idea of you all wet and warm from the bath.”
“That’s terribly bold of you to say,” she whispered. Even though the bath water was still warm, the thought sent shivers through her body, wondering if he would be bold enough to try.
“You asked,” he pointed out.
She raised her chin defiantly. “But I’m not your wife.”
He cocked his head, looking at her. “No, you are not.”
“And it is not proper for you to watch me bathe. Someone could come in and see you here.”
“I might point out that I locked the door to the bathroom.”
“Then it would look even worse.”
“Everyone is preoccupied with breakfast.”
“To notice what?” she asked. “What do you mean to do, Michael?”
She stared him down as he continued to watch her. Part of her wanted to encourage him to do whatever it was that he had on his mind. Yet, another part of her was on edge to think that someone could catch them in a compromising situation.
As she watched him though, desire pooled between her legs, accentuated by the warmth of the bath. Thinking that she might tease him just a touch, she reached for the soap, saying, “I did come here to bathe after all.”
“I have no intention of stopping you from that.”
“Then what do you intend to do?” she asked.
“Finish bathing,” he directed her, huskiness creeping into his voice.
She ran the soap through her hair, then over her arms and legs and the rest of her body, aware that Michael was watching every movement she made. Seeing his eyes on the soap as she slid it over her skin, she slowed her movements down, which made her feel powerful and in control.
“You’re teasing me,” he said.
