Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
There was a clean and also chocolaty scent coming off him. That, coupled with the heat, and being enveloped by all those muscles? My face went hot. (And other places besides…)
“I might be able to---”
“No, no weight on it until tomorrow, maybe the following day.” He had carried me into the beautiful bathroom ordering me to call when I was done so he could carry me back.
“Based on my questionnaire?” I’d asked from the side of the tub where he’d set me down on the stool. The covering felt like mink, or what I’d imagine mink might feel like. I was surprised their towels here were sort of the same as ours at home in appearance, but upon touching them I felt they were way more luxurious.
“Yes.”
“You were that certain it would be me that would be coming home with you?” I asked.
“Yes,” he told me without a shred of doubt in his voice. “I hoped so. We ordered a variety of things, Ollie helped. But, we can talk tomorrow about what else you’ll need. After we rest.”
I tilted my head curiously.
“Tanya, I’d love to talk about the process, to share more about myself, learn about you, but after how today ended, I think we should rest. Don’t you?” He flexed his jaw. It was incredibly attractive, though maybe it shouldn’t have been, because it was a sign he was still angry.
My face flushed pink. “Uh, okay.”
“Good.” He clenched his jaw some more. I was taken aback by that. His patience was clearly in short supply. I wasn’t surprised after the day he’d had. “Be careful,” he ordered and then left, shutting the door behind him.
I blinked a few times, and then looked around and nervously got undressed, hiding my bra inside my dress, which I balled up and carefully sat on the edge of the stool with the therapeutic c-pillow. My hands were so shaky. And I was exhausted, too. I swiveled and carefully lowered myself into the water, which came up to my neck in the deep tub.
The bath was very soothing, although I was a bit of a wreck in terms of being unable to shake my reactions from being in his arms in that see-through shirt. The strongest sexual reaction I’d ever had was the night I came onto Giorgio when I was drunk on daiquiris. Until earlier today when Zane kissed me.
It was odd to me that despite the fact that I’d nearly gotten sexually assaulted today, that I still felt arousal around Zane. Maybe because he’d rescued me, and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Or, the hormones they gave us. Though... it hadn’t lowered my inhibitions or made me want to have sex with that guy in the playhouse.
I soaked in the tub for a few minutes and then the water started to swirl, without warning. I startled but then realized it was simply bath jets. It felt good, particularly around my ankle. A screen lit on the wall, the size of four tiles, with pictures of bottles and flashing red symbols below them.
I didn’t know what to do, so I touched each symbol and then when nothing happened, I hit the red symbols and the screen went dark. A tile below the screen slid open to reveal a cubby. Shampoo? Conditioner? Soap, maybe? A glass amber jar sat with a little bit of liquid in it. I tested it and determined it was either soap or shampoo. I wasn’t sure, so used it as an all-in-one and it seemed to work out fine with a rich lather that had a smell similar to what Zane had smelled like a few moments earlier, though with a slight variation that wasn’t masculine. I then soaked some more and let my mind wander over the details of Zane’s upper body in that sheer shirt until I was pruny.
Upon deciding the pads of my fingers were pruny enough, I carefully got up, putting all my weight on my good foot and sat on the edge of the stool again, swinging my legs out. The water instantly drained. It drained so quickly, in fact, that it was startling. It was as if the water were vacuumed away. As I leaned for a towel, a blast of warm air hit me from all sides and made me squeal in surprise. It dried me. My skin was dry, warm, fragrant, and silky soft. The towels were sort of unnecessary for me, so I reached for the hook, grasping the incredibly silky bronze pajamas he’d put there for me. There were no underthings, so I put the loose-fitting lounge pants and long-sleeved button-down shirt on. They felt luxurious against my skin. I dabbed at my hair absently with a towel, but it was only a little bit damp. Once all the pearl-like buttons were fastened, I called out, “Zane?”