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He looks at me. “Nothing but this”—he motions between us—“is important at this moment. Whatever it is, can wait.”
The phone buzzes again.
“I guess the cell phone tower must be working,” I state. I start to get up to find mine but I’m suddenly airborne and over Adam’s shoulder.
“Adam!” I screech with a laugh. He slaps my ass and…do I find that hot? Yes, why, yes I do. My brows are still furrowed in confusion over my newfound kink when he sets me on the counter in his bathroom. I glance over to see the largest, most beautiful indoor hot tub. He begins reaching for the shower door handle.
“We are going to—”
“Take a bubble bath in that?” I squeak as I point excitedly at the tub.
He turns and looks at it as though he’s never even realized he had a tub there. Then, he turns to me. “You want to…” He trails off as he glances back at the tub.
“Please!” I whine, which is very unlike me, but I haven’t had a nice bubble bath in years. My parents ripped out their bathtub and put in a shower and I only have a shower in my little apartment.
“Really?” he asks, scratching the back of his head as if I’ve just asked if we can frolic naked down Main Street.
I grin and nod vigorously. “Please!”
He shrugs and pushes a lever that pulls the drain cover down and then turns on the water. “I…uh, how warm do you want it?” he asks.
I crane my neck and see there’s an actual dial with temperatures on it. “Uh, I have no idea. Really warm?”
He chuckles. “I have no idea whatreally warmmeans, but let’s try this,” he suggests as he picks a temperature.
“Bubbles?” I ask with a hopeful glance toward what looks like some type of soap container on the ledge behind the tub.
He frowns and reaches over to examine it. “I don’t even think I’ve ever noticed this before,” he muses as he pours a little into the tub.
“I’d be careful with the—”
A large amount falls in and I grimace.
“Amount,” I finish as the bubbles start multiplying.
“Oh, fuck,” he says as he starts scooping up bubbles and tossing them in the shower.
I giggle. “I think that was too much soap.”
“You think?” he asks as he continues attempting in vain to get the bubble situation under control.
I jump down and reach over him, turning the faucet off. The bubbles cease multiplying, and Adam looks over at me.
“Why didn’t I think of that?” he grumbles.
“Lack of experience?” I ask.
“How did you think of it?” he asks.
I shrug and tap the side of my head. “High IQ.”
Adam glares at me and then promptly picks me up and gets into the tub, lowering us into a cloud of bubbles.
I laugh as he arranges me between his legs and reaches for a sponge that’s in a basket on the shelf behind us.
“You seriously have never used this tub?” I ask as he begins to pour some soap on the sponge.
“Nope.”
