Chapter 20 – Prescot

 

Ki.

Sweet.

Simple.

Ki.

She didn’t care about fancy things.

She didn’t care about the ratty couch I dug out from storage.

It was from college.

I bought a TV.

Mounted it.

Movies.

Streaming services.

We watched lots of movies and made out several times.

She took a bath at three in the morning.

Naked.

She was naked in the tub, and I did nothing but watch.

She wanted me to watch.

She tempted me.

And I loved it.

She lifted her leg covered in bubbles and kicked some at me.

“Why do you like me?”

“You’re simple.”

“Simple?” she asked, her hands moving slowly around the tub, making the bubbles circulate.

“You’re not Vicki.”

“Thank God for that.” She laughed and took another sip of her wine. It was the last glass. “I’m sorry. At some point, I know you must have loved her. Maybe she used to be nice?”

“Something like that.”

“You don’t want to talk about it?”

“It’ll ruin the mood.”

I’d give her all my words, just not now. Not while we’re enjoying each other’s company.

She sat up in the tub and pulled her knees up, covering herself. Sometimes she was shy. Sometimes she wasn’t. I liked that about her.

“I feel bad,” she finally said.

“Why?”

“Taking a bath.”

Bath.

Bubbles.

Wet hair.

“I want you to join me, Prescot.”

“I’d rather watch.”

“You didn’t though. I got naked, and you looked at the floor.”

“This is taking it slow.”

“Isn’t life too short to be taking it slow?”

“Ki.”

I wanted her.

Desperately.

Hypnotic.

Beautiful.

“I’ve wanted to talk to you about things, lots of things.”

Change of subject.

Good.

“You still in trouble?”

“People think I am.”

“What people?”

“If you get in the tub, I’ll tell you.”

“Ki.”

She reads my mind.

She gets me.

“Like you said, it’ll ruin the mood if I tell you. But I need to tell you because I like you. And I’m coming over again.”

“When?”

I wanted her more than not.

She made me smile.

She made me calm.

“We both have to work in a few hours. So, I guess we could see how the day goes? Or maybe I’ll have to serve you again.” She laid back down in the tub. “Are you in trouble, Mr. Bale?”

“It’s wrapped up.”

“Good.” She lifted her foot up and pointed at me. “We should call it a night.”

“It’s morning.”

She shrugged a shoulder. “I texted Alexa earlier this evening saying that I’d be late. She can serve some envelopes on her own. Plus, you’re the boss, and you need a nap.”

I stood and grabbed a towel.

I held it high so I couldn’t see her, and she smiled at me after she wrapped it around herself. “Can I wear one of your shirts?”

“Yes.”

Blue.

Black.

White.

Shit.

It didn’t matter.

I grabbed one.

She changed.

I tossed the wine bottle in the trash.

I stripped down to my boxers and waited for her.

She walked in with my white T-shirt on and curled up next to me. She gave me a light kiss and whispered in my ear, “I’m not wearing any panties, Mr. Bale.”

Christ.

This woman.

So. Perfect.

She stayed the night.

In my new bed.

I held her all night long.

It was the best night that I could remember.