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his eyes so innocent； it made me smile。
I sighed。 〃If you get the two straps in back； I think I can manage the rest。 But no monkey business。〃 I held my hands over the bra because one strap would loosen it。 The other strap； as far as I could tell； was the pivot point for the rest of the outfit。
His fingers moved to the top strap。 I watched him in the fogged mirror。 The strap came unbuckled； and the leather gave with a small sigh。 He moved to the second strap without so much as an extra caress。 He undid it and took a step back。 〃No monkey business； ma petite。〃 He backed out of the room； and I watched him go like a phantom in the mist…covered mirrors。 When the door was shut； I started on the rest of the straps。 It was like peeling myself to get the goo…soaked leather off。
I put the tray of bath accessories on the tub edge and slipped into the water。 The water was hot； just this side of too hot。 I sank into it up to my chin； but I couldn't relax。 The gunk clung to my body in patches。 I had to get it off me。 I sat up in the tub and started scrubbing。 The soap smelled like gardenia。 The shampoos smelled like herbs。 Trust Jean…Claude not to buy a name brand from the grocery store。
I washed my hair twice； sinking under the water and ing up for air。 I was scrubbed and virtuous； or at least clean。 The mirrors had cleared and I had only myself to stare at。 I'd washed off all the careful makeup。 I smoothed my thick； black hair back from my face。 My eyes were enormous and nearly black。 My skin so pale； it was almost white。 I looked shocked； ethereal； unreal。
There was a soft knock on the door。 〃Ma petite； may I e in？〃
I glanced down at myself。 The bubbles were still holding。 I drew a pile of them a little closer to my chest and said； 〃e in。〃 It took a lot of effort not to hunch down in the water。 I sat up straight； trusting in the bubbles。 Besides； I would not huddle。 So I was naked in a tub of bubble bath。 So what。 No one can embarrass you unless you let them。
Jean…Claude came in with two thick； red towels。 He closed the door behind him with a small smile。 〃We wouldn't want to let the hot air out。〃
I narrowed my eyes but said； 〃I guess not。〃
〃Where do you want the towels？ Here？〃 He started to lay them on the vanity。
〃I can't reach them there；〃 I said。
〃Here？〃 He laid them on top of the stool。 He stood there； staring down at me； still wearing nothing but the black jeans。 His feet were startlingly pale against the black carpet。
〃Still too far away。〃
He sat down on the edge of the tub； placing the towels on the floor。 He stared down at me as if he could will the bubbles away。 〃Is this close enough？〃
〃Maybe a little too close；〃 I said。
He trailed fingertips over the bubbles at the edge of the tub。 〃Do you feel better now； ma petite？〃
〃I said no sexual innuendo； remember。〃
〃As I remember； you said no sexual innuendo until after you were clean。〃 He smiled at me。 〃You're clean。〃
I sighed。 〃Trust you to be literal。〃
He trailed his fingers in the water。 He turned his shoulder enough that I could see the whip scars on his back。 They were slick and white； and I suddenly had an urge to trace them with my fingers。
He turned back to face me。 He wiped his wet fingers across his chest； trailing shining lines of moisture across the flat slickness of the burn scar； down along his belly。 His fingers played with the line of dark hair that vanished into his pants。
I closed my eyes and let out a sigh。
〃What is the matter； ma petite？〃 I felt him leaning over me。 〃Are you faint？〃
I opened my eyes。 He had leaned his entire upper body across the tub； right arm on the far rim； the left near my shoulder。 His hip was so far over the water that if I'd touched his chest； he'd have fallen in。
〃I don't faint；〃 I said。
His face leaned down over mine。 〃So glad to hear it。〃 He kissed me lightly； a brush of lips； but even that small movement made my stomach jerk。
I gasped and pushed him away。 He fell into the tub； going pletely under； only his feet sticking out。 He landed on my naked body； and I screamed。
He came up for air； his long； black hair streaming around his face； across his shoulders。 He looked as surprised as I'd ever seen him。 He crawled off me； mainly because I was shoving at him。 He struggled to his feet。 Water streamed down his body。 He stared down at me。 I was huddled against the side； staring up at him； pissed。
He shook his head and laughed。 The sound filled the room； played along my skin like a hand。 〃I have been a lady's man for nearly three hundred years； Anita。 Why is it only with you that I am awkward？〃
〃Maybe it's a hint；〃 I said。
〃Perhaps。〃
I stared up at him。 He stood there； knee deep in bubble bath。 He was soaking wet and should have been ridiculous； but he wasn't。 He was beautiful。
〃How can you be so damn beautiful when I know what you are？〃
He knelt in the water。 The bubbles covered his waist； so he looked naked。 Water trailed down his chest in fine beads。 I wanted to run my hands over him。 I wanted to lick the water off his skin。 I drew my legs to my chest and locked my arms around them； not trusting myself。
He moved towards me。 The water sloshed and curled around my naked body。 He stayed kneeling； so close that his jeans brushed my huddled legs。 The feel of him in the water； that close； made me hide my face against my knees。 The pounding of my heart gave me away。 I knew he could taste my need on the air。
〃Tell me to go； ma petite； and I will go。〃 I felt him lean over me； his face just above my wet hair。
Slowly； I raised my face。
He placed a hand on the tub edge； one arm on either side of me； bringing his chest dangerously close to my face。 I watched the water bead on his skin； the way that he sometimes watched blood on mine： a need almost too overwhelming to deny； an urge so plete that I didn't want to say no。
I unclenched my arms from my knees and leaned forward。 I whispered； 〃Don't go。〃 I touched hands to his waist； tentative； as if it should burn； but his skin was cool under the slickness of water。 Cool and smooth to the touch。 I glanced up at his face and knew that there was something close to fear on my own face。
His face was lovely； and uncertain； as if he didn't know what to do next。 It was a look I never thought to see on Jean…Claude's face when I was naked in his arms。
I kept my eyes on his face as I moved my mouth towards his stomach。 I ran my tongue over his skin； a quick； tentative movement。
He sighed； eyes fluttering shut； body almost sagging。 I pressed my mouth against his skin； drinking the water off of him。 I couldn't reach his chest。 I moved to my knees； hands steadying me against his slender waist。
The air was cool against my naked breasts。 Kneeling had bared them。 I froze； suddenly unsure。 I wanted desperately to see his face and was afraid to look up。
His fingertips brushed my shoulders； sliding down the wet skin。 I shivered and glanced up。 The look on his face caught my breath in my throat。 Tenderness； need； amazement。
〃You are so beautiful； ma petite。〃 He put his fingertips to my lips before I could protest。 〃You are beautiful。 On this I do not lie。〃
His fingers moved across my lips； down my chin