Page 76 of Booked on You
“I plan on it.”
Millie’s expression brightens, satisfied, as she shoos me toward the door. “Now go on, don’t keep that girl waiting.”
I carry the box to my truck with Millie’s sealed note on top. My curiosity tempts me to take a quick peek, but I respect my aunt too much. I trust Millie and know she wouldn’t do anything to sabotage me.
The drive home passes in a blur, trees and familiar landmarks drifting by without my notice. As I turn into the driveway, my phone vibrates in my pocket. Once I park, I check the message.
Scarlett
I finished my two thousand words! WOOHOO!
A grin tugsat the corner of my lips, and I reply.
Ezra
CONGRATS! Meet me upstairs in ten minutes. Second door on the right.
Scarlett
Intriguing. Should I bring anything?
I chuckle,tapping out a quick response before grabbing the pie box.
Ezra
Just yourself.
Stepping inside, I set the pie on the kitchen counter, my mind already racing ahead.
With anticipation fueling me, I take the stairs two at a time, eager to reward her.
I step into the main bathroom, turning on the water and adjusting it to just the right temperature. Steam rises, fogging up the mirror, and I pour in a splash of bubble gum-scented bubble bath Aunt Millie gifted me for Christmas a few years ago. I’d told her I’d never use it, and she said I’d be surprised.
Touché.
The room smells like sugar and summer.
As the tub fills, I grab a few candles and arrange them around the room. I strike a match, the gentle flicker of each flame casting a soft glow that dances across the walls. I dim the overhead lights, leaving the space warm and inviting. I want her to understand she’s special, cherished, and deserves every bit of care.
Just as I turn off the faucet, there’s a gentle knock at the door.
“Come in,” I call.
The door creaks open, and Scarlett steps inside, her eyes widening as she takes in the candles, the bubbles, and me standing near the tub with a satisfied smirk.
She gasps. “No way.”
“Yes way.” I cross the short distance between us, reaching out to grab the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head. Her hair tumbles around her shoulders, messy from hours spent hunched over her keyboard. Her beautiful breasts are on full display, nipples peaked.
“Damn,” I say. “Fucking gorgeous.” I slide my fingers under the waistband of her leggings, slowly peeling them down her hips. I kneel to help her step out of them, pressing a lingering kiss to her bare stomach on my way back up. Her skin flushes pink in the candlelight, eyes locked on to mine, anticipation shimmering in their depths.
Scarlett reaches for me, fingers curling into my shirt.
I let her tug it off, dropping it onto the floor beside us. Her eyes roam over my bare chest.
“After you,” I say, guiding her toward the tub.
She steps into the bubbles, sighing with pleasure as the warm water surrounds her. She sinks down, relaxing, tilting her head back against the edge of the tub. I watch her, captivated by the soft curve of her neck and the way her lashes brush against her cheeks.
