Xavier FINAL(92)
I hopped off the tall king-sized antique white sleigh bed and walked around the room.
The curtains matched the sheets and pillow cases. They flowed fully to the ground. I wondered if the windows were as large or if the curtains just made them appear that way. I opened one and smiled when the hidden French doors were exposed. They lead to a small Juliet type balcony. On it were two chairs and a small wrought iron table.
I walked into the bathroom and it was grey granite. Not one ounce of pink. The complementing color was white. It was set up exactly the way the other place was. A large walk in shower big enough for two, double sinks, and a large garden tub.
I turned on the water to fill the tub and decided I would run downstairs to see what I had missed. I turned around and he was in the doorway.
I jumped and laughed, “You scared me.”
“Sorry about that. You planning on taking a bath?”
Oh boy, that heated look and thick voice had returned. I nodded.
“Perfect. I will go grab the towels and give you a couple minutes to get in.”
“Are there bubbles here?”
“I’m sure. Check in the cabinets under the sink.”
I walked over and looked in the mirror. Much to my surprise, disgust, and horror, every bit of my eye make-up was dripping down my face. I grabbed a washcloth and scrubbed it off. I wasn’t sure which was worse, the make-up or what I had just revealed. My face was swollen and puffy from crying.
“Did you find some?” He yelled.
“Not yet,” I grumbled and he peeked his head in.
“Everything okay?”
“Yes and no.” I shrugged.
“What can I help you with?”
“Next time I look like I got my butt kicked by mascara would you let me know?”
“Sure, but you still looked damn good to me.”
“You got twenty twenty vision Mr. Steel?”
“Right now I’m seeing about thirty two C. My eyes are just fine. Happy even.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at him.
“You still need a minute for you know.” He smirked and whispered, “Take care of the Flo issue?”
“Get out.” I threw the washcloth at him.
“Okay,” he laughed, “but hurry it up. I owe you two.”
He shut the door and I took care of the Flo issue. Surprisingly it was very light for day one. Thank God.
I was in the tub surrounded by bubbles and warmth when he opened the door.
“I missed the striptease?”
“Next week I’ll give it a whirl.”
He pulled his grey vintage Zeppelin tee shirt over his head and I smiled. “So that means you like it here?”
“I love the bedroom, bathroom and that little balcony is amazing. But that’s as far as I got.”
“I can show you more.” He smirked as he unbuttoned his jeans.
“Please do.” I leaned back in the tub and watched as he bent down and took off his socks.
He stood up and winked as he pulled down the Diesels.
“That is.” I licked my lips. “A beautiful penis.”
“She didn’t mean it,” he said as he looked down stroking himself. “Babe this is not just a penis.”
“No it’s certainly not. It’s like-- two.”
He laughed out loud and stepped into the tub. “Good save. He’s pretty damn confident but the p word is brutal.”
“Well what exactly does he think he is?”
He sat down and the water rose up covering to my nose.
“He thinks he would like a little water drained out so he can see you. Damn girl.” He laughed as he pushed bubbles away from my face. “There you are. I thought I was gonna have to go grab Scuba Steve to save you.”
“Scuba Steve.”
“Big Daddy,” we both said at the same time and laughed.