He’s in his office, looking devastatingly hot in his black button-down shirt. His expression, a smile that has his eyes all lit up, does something to me from the inside out.
“Your wish is my command. I’m here,” he says. His lips quickly form into a pout. “But I thought you said we were tubbing.”
I have to take a breath to tamper down my smile. “I saidIwas. But hello, welcome.”
“I’m not sure I believe you. For all I know, you could be in the kitchen in an oversized onesie—for the record, I would not be opposed to that—but I just feel like I need a little proof that you are in the tub.”
“Do you not believe my word, Chef Whitman?”
“You’ve proven that you’re a little tease from time to time.” He tightens the view, so it only shows his face too.
Now I’m the one pouting.
After a shuffling noise, the view shoots to black for a second. I frown, checking to see if the connection has dropped. And then he’s back.
I splash the water with my free hand. “Did you hear that?”
“Could’ve been the kitchen sink.”
“What is your fascination with the kitchen?”
He laughs at that. “Same as yours, I think.” He lifts his eyes and pretends to think. “Just had a new fantasy. You and me…in the kitchen…any kitchen will do.”
The lighting shifts, and it’s darker behind him. I brighten my screen so I can see him better.
“We’ve been in the kitchen together a lot. What exactly did you have in mind?”
“You spread out on the island comes to mind.”
“Chef! That’s so unsanitary.”
“That’s what cleaning products and tablecloths are made for.”
I laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a tablecloth on either one of our islands, but okay.”
“Work with me here.” He smirks. “Juliana,” he sings.
“Camden…” I sing back.
“Do you still leave your door unlocked?”
My forehead scrunches. “Uh, usually, yes.”
“After tonight, I’m going to ask that you stop doing that. But for now, I’m really happy that you do.”
I sit up in the tub. “What are you doing?”
“I’m coming over to say hello. Is that okay?”
My heart rate trips a beat. “Yes.” I draw out the word.
“Okay,” he whispers. “If you don’t want me to see you naked in the tub, I’ll give you five seconds…”
My eyes widen. “You’re…here?”
“Three…two…one…”
The bathroom door opens, and there he stands, looking like a gorgeous giant in the doorway. He has a leather jacket on that he takes off and hangs on the hook on the back of the door.
