A moment later, Ransome walks in and begins to undress.
“What’s this about?” I ask as he lets his clothes fall to the bathroom tile, piece by piece.
“I’m giving you a massage,” he informs me as the last of his clothing is discarded.
“Naked?” I give him a coy smile.
“It’s easier to do if I’m in the tub with you, is it not?” he asks. And while I don’t think I’ve ever seen Ransome take a bath, let alone with rose oil and a bath bomb, I am not about to argue with him.
Ransome steps into the tub and sits behind me, pulling me against his chest. I close my eyes and lean back, letting all of the stress run out of my body. He kneads my shoulder, massaging my neck on the way, and I feel myself turn to putty against him.
“That feels amazing,” I murmur.
“Good,” he says, his voice sexy and low. “You deserve it.”
“Mm,” I respond softly as I do my best to let everything go. To not worry about everything. But the conversation with Bella creeps back into the forefront of my mind.
Ransome must feel the tension in me as the thoughts swirl in my head, because he questions me.
“What is it? What are you thinking about?”
I hesitate before answering. “I had a smoothie with Electra today,” I tell him.
“How was that?” he asks as his hands work magic on my shoulders.
“It was good.”
“That wasn’t very convincing.”
“I mean, it was kind of bland.”
“The company or the smoothie? Because I for one have never been a fan,” he teases, and I crack an eye open with a smile.
“Of Electra or smoothies?” I ask.
“Both,” he says, and I swat his knee under the water.
“The smoothie was lackluster, but I choked it down because it’s good for the baby,” I tell him.
“Good girl.”
I shudder, my nipples getting hard just from two little words.
“So… Electra is seeing someone,” I go on.
“Who’s the flavor of the week?” he asks.
“Actually, she’s been seeing him for a while. Around six months or so, which is unheard of for her.” I roll my head to the other side so he’ll switch his neck massaging to the left now. God, this is glorious.
“Six months, huh? Okay, let me rephrase—who’s the chump?”
“His name is Sean.” He earns himself another swat, though I am smiling. “I’m happy for her. But…”
“But?”
“I don’t know, Ransome. I have a weird feeling about this guy.”
“Well, he is datingher.”
