“I’m positive.” He nodded and walked over to the bathtub and started running it. “I’ll let you decide on the temperature,” he said as he walked to a cupboard and pulled out a box and bottle of something. I watched as he poured them both into the tub and then put them on his marble countertop. He then opened another drawer, pulled out two candles and lit them and turned the lights out.
“TJ,” I said, looking at him in surprise. “This is really thoughtful of you, but I would feel really bad to take a bath while you’re cooking.”
“Don’t.” He grinned. “I want to spoil you and show you what could be yours if you lived here too.”
“TJ,” I admonished, and he just chuckled.
“Relax, Mila. Have a bath and I’ll be back.” He gave me another quick kiss on the nose and then walked out of the bathroom. I stared at the door for a few seconds and then started to take my clothes off. Who was I to say no to a luxurious bath in TJ’s house? He had insisted, after all. I placed my big toe into the water to check the temperature and almost melted when I felt how warm the water was. I climbed into the bath eagerly and lay back, loving the feel of the hot water and soft bubbles covering my skin. I closed my eyes and let the water seep into my bones. I reached to the side and pressed in a button and the water started whirling in the tub. I could feel it shooting from the side of the tub all over my body. I sighed in happiness as I lay there and smiled to myself.
Knock knock.
“Hello?” I called out, feeling sorry for myself.
“Can I come in?” TJ asked softly as he opened the door and walked in.
“You didn’t wait for my answer.” I pouted at him from under the bubbles.
“Enjoying the bath?” He smiled down at me and it was then I noticed the glass of wine in his hands. “Here you go,” he said and handed it to me, crouching next to the tub.
“How long have I been in here?” I asked as I took a sip of red wine. It slid down my throat eagerly and I felt a warm feeling inside my belly.
“Thirty minutes.” He grinned as he watched me sipping the wine, his eyes intense on my face.
“Wow, that felt like ten minutes.” I sighed. “Is dinner ready?”
“Nearly. Are you hungry?”
“Not really.” I shook my head. “I’m just enjoying being in here and relaxing. This tub is amazing. It almost feels like I’m being massaged at the same time.”
“I can make that happen,” he said and he stood up and went behind the tub. “Lean forward,” he said and I felt his strong hands on my shoulders, squeezing and massaging the tension in my bones.
“Oh, TJ.” I sighed as I placed the glass of wine down.
“Do you want me to stop? Am I hurting you?” he asked, his hands resting on my shoulders.
“No, it feels amazing,” I said honestly.
“Stand up,” TJ said and I watched as he grabbed a big, white, fluffy towel.
“What?” I frowned up at him.
“I’m going to dry you off and then take you to my bedroom to give you a proper massage.”
“TJ.” I looked at him with wide eyes. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“No.” He grinned and he flicked the towel. “But I’m going to do it anyway. Now stand up and let me dry you off.”
I stood up then and let the water fall from my skin back to the tub. TJ’s eyes narrowed as he took in my soap-covered breasts and I stepped out of the bath and directly into the towel. He patted me down carefully and slowly, ensuring that my entire body was dry. I was surprised and disappointed that he didn’t try and touch me intimately, but I supposed that he was on his best behavior.
“What are you doing?” I said as he picked me up and held me in his arms.
“Carrying you to the bedroom for your massage,” he whispered as he walked out of the bathroom and down the corridor and into his bedroom. I noticed immediately that the lights were off and that there were at least ten candles burning in his bedroom. I gasped as I stared at his king-sized bed, for it was covered in red rose petals.
“TJ?” I said, looking up into his face as he placed me down on the bed. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean? I’m about to give you a massage.”
“With red rose petals on the bed?”
“That’s the best way.”
“TJ, you said you’re not going to talk about the contract or the fake engagement tonight.” I sighed. “I thought this was just going to be about us.”
“It is.” His eyes crinkled as he looked down at me. “Tonight is all about us.” He pulled the towel off of me and pushed me down on the bed on my stomach. I felt him shaking the towel out and throwing it on the ground. “I’m going to give you a full body massage now, if that’s okay with you?”
“It’s fine,” I said breathily as I waited, light-headed, for my massage. His bed felt soft and comfortable, and I closed my eyes as I waited to feel his strong hands on me once again.
“Let me get my oils,” he said and then I heard him walking away. Within a few seconds I heard some music playing in the room.
“What’s this?” I asked, not wanting to open my eyes.