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“Yes, most of the time. You’re extremely intimidating. Do you not know this?”
His eyes widen as he ruffles his hair with his hand and blinks a few times out of disbelief.
“Wow. I would argue it’s the other way around, especially with you being a well-known reporter from the City of Angels. Plus, here I am, thinking you’re judging me like some kind of sexist man.”
Shit, his running water.Instead of engaging in a back-and-forth with Joaquin, I jet down the hall to turn off his bath.
He really called me beautiful?I take a long look at myself in the mirror as I smell the beautiful citrus melody that the bath ingredients bless my nostrils with. And how predictable it is for us to view each other similarly. And negatively? I’m not sure if I’m relieved about our exchange, confused, or if I should be upset.
When I overthink, I overthink way too much, which usually ends with me in a delusional nightmare. I turn off the water and check it with my hand. The temp seems a little on the hotter side, but by the time he gets in here and undresses…An undressed Joaquin. Um, the water should be perfect for him.
Damn.
The thought alone...there goes a sharp tingle in my sensitive part, reflecting my attraction for him and the hunger my body has to be — touched. I’d love to be touched. I know I’ll be touching myself tonight to lighten my mind. Touching myself after hearing him say, “You’re such a beautiful woman.”
Before I melt in throbbing lust, I turn to leave, but Joaquin is standing right at the door. Dead smack in front of me, holding two glasses of wine.
“Smells like a spa,” he says.
He hands me my glass of wine. Why did he bring it to me?
“It’s ready for you.” I nod to the bath.
I then take a slow, tiny sip of wine as Joaquin’s eyes, hot and heavy, study me. His jaw clenches, making me assume he, too, may be a little hot.
“All yours.”
I sliver between him and the door frame, inching myself out of the bathroom. His beige lounge outfit, almost the hue of his skin, is one brilliant cotton. It radiates molten heat, tickling my flesh and pecking my nipples. I glide past him and am appalled to feel a firmness where it certainly counts.
I refuse to look down. I only proceed to make an inaudible scream while walking away. Whoa, I’m sure he’s going to enjoy his bath. My hands are clammy out of nerves, and my body is screaming. I wish I could watch him lathering up in the bathImade forhim.
I must stay awake to see how much he enjoyed his bath. Right? I can’t gauge how my body will react when he emerges all clean, smelling like cedar or some midwestern masculine plant. So, I take my solar lantern and toiletry bag to dip into the cafe’s bathroom to freshen up. When I think about it, we both probably need some kind of relief.
Chapter 6
Joaquin
Thattypeofbathput my mind on an excluded plot of land with Nadia right beside me, on top of me, underneath me. I know her point of giving me a bath was to help relieve stress and mellow me out, which it successfully did, but more than anything, it’s begging me to release. It’s begging me to see what she really wants. She told me to let my guard down after prepping me a bath. This only makes a man think of one thing, intimacy. And that’s me saying it in a tame way.
After drying myself off, I wrap my towel around my waist and proceed to my bedroom. I have to pass the living room space where I see Nadia, her pretty pouty mouth and amber-stoned eyes meet mine in one stern sultry gaze. The more we make eye contact, the louder our internal cravings are. She’s dressed in those cream-colored silk pajamas she had the nerve to wear in front of me last night. She’s a smart woman; hence she knows what she’s doing. With her laptop on her lap, she clears her throat as if to signal her eyes to release their hold on me.
¨What did you think?¨
¨About?¨
¨The bath.¨
Shit, I feel like an idiot because although the bath was a heavenly treat, my mind is locked in all the possible ways to give her pleasure. I will let my guard down if it allows me to be as blunt as I want to be about taking her right here...right now.
¨Sensational. Would’ve never thought of taking a bath like that. Seems like a California kinda thing.¨ I shrug.
She looks at my bare chest with a flirty smirk, tucking her beautiful hair behind her ears. I want a fistful of it. And on that note, my dick throbs at the wool of my towel.
¨Maybe it is.¨
And her eyes skim over the obvious, which makes her face turn a bright peach. She leans forward for her glass of wine and takes it back like a pro.
¨You drink fast when you’re nervous, huh?¨
