Page 155 of Sparktopia
“I am?” She points to herself.
“Do me a favor. It’s been years since I had a hot shower in this place. Just stay right here. I won’t take long.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “You want me to stand here on the other side of the curtain, mere inches away from your naked body, while you get clean?”
“Yeah.” Then I drop my pants and walk into the shower. The water starts to go cold again, so I know she’s walked away. “Come on, Clara. Be nice to me. I brought dinner home. I saved you. I literally carried your ass up?—”
“Amillionlevels of stairs,” she calls back. “I know, I know. You won’t stop talking about it.”
“Come on. If you spark me up a hot shower, I promise to make it worth it.”
She does come back because the water goes hot again. “Make it worth it how?”
“Whatever you want.”
“No. That’s a lazy promise. You have to come up with the reward. It was your idea.”
“OK.” I grin, because I can think of a lot of very nice ways to reward her for this. “But… I don’t know the limits.”
“What do you mean?”
“Loverboy. Your man who gave you to the god. You’re infatuated with him. Which is fine. I respect that. But how can I give you something really nice and satisfying if you’re just gonna misinterpret it?”
“Did you just offer me sex in exchange for hot water?”
“See? I did not. But youinterpretedit that way.”
“You did so.”
“Well,doyou want sex in exchange for hot water? Because that’s a done deal as far as I’m concerned.”
“No.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes.”
“How about a foot massage?”
She hesitates. “Foot massage?”
“Yep.” I can barely contain my snicker.
“I can’t tell if this is sexual or not.”
I pull the curtain aside and look out at her, grinning. “Do ya want it to be sexual?”
“No.”
I shrug, withdrawing back into the shower. “OK. Then no. It’s not.”
“But is it normally?”
“Your man never gave you a foot massage?”
“No. We didn’t spend time together like that.”
“Like what?”
