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Ben held the ball over the toilet.
“No,” she pleaded. “Those are expensive. I only order a few at a time and save them. They are individually made by a lady who does herbology.”
“What’s in it?”
“Mint blossoms, salt, and some other stuff. You drop it in the water. It bubbles, gets fizzy, and feels amazing. It is for relaxation, and it makes my skin feel nice.”
“How do you know her?”
“Etsy.” She began to explain when it was clear Ben had no clue what Etsy was. “It is an online store for people who sell handmade things.”
“How do you verify the quality? How do you know there isn’t something that will hurt you in there?”
“Wow, can we say trust issues?”
Ben glared and moved it over the trash. Flushing the little ball was out. If it bubbled and fizzed, he didn’t want to have to redo the plumbing. Nothing screams romancing the woman you want more than your next breath, like a broken toilet.
“Don’t you dare drop that in the trash. I am warning you. I’ll pick it back out and use it. Those puppies are twenty-seven dollars each. She has a five-star rating and thousands of reviews. The store is how she makes her money. Drop it in the water and back away slowly.”
Ben eyed her skeptically. “Twenty-seven dollars for a ball that fizzes and smells like mint.” He shrugged and dropped it in the water.
“Those blue ones are supposed to make you less cranky. You can try one out in the tub in your room. Now would be as good of a time as any.”
“Nice try, but I’m busy taking care of my woman right now.” Ben tested the temperature of the water before turning on the jets and switching off the faucet. “Strip and get in. Do not get out before I come back.” He was out the door and down the stairs before she picked her jaw off the floor.
“Water is getting cold,” he called from the living room.
“Why me?” Angelina muttered, sliding off the counter. She wouldn’t put it past him to strip her. He already did it once. She hurried out of her clothes into the water.
A moan of bliss slipped past her lips as the jets and soothing minerals did their job. Laying back on the inflatable pillow, she closed her eyes and waited for the pounding in her head to stop.
She wasn’t sure how long it was before footsteps came up the stairs. He was coming back. The door was closed but not locked. One piece of flimsy metal wouldn’t be much good if Ben wanted in. She probably saved herself a trip to the hardware store by leaving it unlocked.
The door swung open before Angelina could reach for the towel.
“Get out,” she screamed.
“I didn’t know what relaxed you, so I brought you water, coffee, and a beer. You got one of those tray things that goes across the tub?”
“Ben, I am naked in the bathtub. Do you think now is the appropriate time to get me a drink?”
“I saw it all last night. You have nothing to hide from me. As soon as you let me, I want to worship every inch of that sexy little body. Tonight, you get a bath. I get hard as stone thinking about all the filthy shit I want to do to you. If it makes you feel better, I’ll get naked too. Tray, yes or no?”
Angelina could feel her face turning red. He wanted her. Her. The woman who could fit in the clothes from the little girl’s section. The barely-there boobs and flat ass turned him on. There was no way. He had to be lying. Letting her eyes wander down his body, they stopped at his jeans. There was a very distinct bulge, straining the denim.
“Honey, you can’t look at me that way.”
“What way?” She cleared her throat and looked away.
Ben was turned on by her. All six-foot-whatever tower of muscle and irritation wanted her. Doubt started to work its way through her mind. He was a nine. The personality thing dropped him down a point. She was a solid five on her best days. There was no way a nine or ten as long as he didn’t open his mouth, wanted a sometimes five. That wasn’t how it worked. Like followed like. It had to have been a while for him. There was no other excuse. Even if he had webbed feet and lived in his mother’s basement, he would still be out of her league.
“Angelina,” Ben snapped her out of her thoughts. “I have no idea what you are thinking, but it made you sad. I want those thoughts gone.”
“You can’t just tell a person they can’t think anymore. That’s ridiculous.”
“Look at me,” he demanded.
She held her breath and looked at him.
