“I’m underage.”
“As if I could forget. Can you pretend to be an adult tonight?”
I stuck out my bottom lip, and he laughed.
“Or don’t,” he said.
“I’ll have what you’re having.”
I sighed happily to myself over what had just happened, waiting for him. Who knew it could be that good?Who knew?
Dean reentered the bathroom and walked directly to me, setting two glasses on the counter. He slid my hips forward so we fit perfectly together. “Red wine for you,” he murmured. “I didn’t think you’d care for scotch.”
“I’ve never tasted it,” I said.
“No?” He brought his drink to his lips and took a sip. He leaned in and licked his tongue over mine.
“I think I like it.” I tried for more. “A lot,” I added.
He bent me backward over his forearm and kissed me more excitedly.
“You sure do kiss a lot for not being big on it,” I said.
“I’m getting the feeling it has more to do with who I’m kissing than anything.”
We looked at each other until my eyes widened. “The bath.”
He turned and twisted the knob just in time, but when he climbed in and sat, water sloshed over the side.
“Open that drawer under your legs,” he said.
“You can’t tell me what to do anymore.”
“Technically you’re mine for the week, and…if I’m not mistaken, it’s Saturday night.”
“That was only until Friday.”
“You sure about that? Where in our contract did it say Friday?”
My brows furrowed. “There was no contract.”
“Then it’s my word against yours. And since I’m the boss…”
I rolled my eyes playfully.
He winked as I hopped down from the counter to open the drawer. I surveyed the contents. “Cigars?” I asked.
I selected one and picked a few more things from the drawer. I left our drinks behind and sat in the bath across from him while holding my hands above water.
“Can I cut it for you?” I asked.
“I’ve never let anyone cut my cigar before.”
I smiled and held it over the bathtub’s ledge.
“How do you know how to do that?” he asked as I positioned the guillotine.
“Dad taught me.” I chopped it in one motion. I held it to my lips, lit it, then handed it to him.
