Darcy narrows his smokey eyes at me. “The person that created it?”
Shrugging, I explain, “Yeah, the multiverse is a whole science experiment, or more like the science of magic, probably, and the experiment was designed and created by a person who doesn’t know what’s going to happen either. They’re just trying to keep the outside influences to a minimum.”
“Are you saying that you were inhabited by God with a capital G?” Darcy demands, agog.
I tip my non-spoon hand back and forth. “Sure, but I don’t think they would want anyone calling them ‘God’ in the way that humans usually mean the word. There isn’t a necessary religious undertone to them.”
Darcy shakes his head, staring at me wide eyed. “How about if we don’t mention this to anyone. I have a feeling that people knowing that you’ve been inhabited by the creator of the universe ain’t a good idea.”
“I can see how that might complicate our life,” I agree, turning back to my container to find it mostly empty.
Darcy shoves two more containers at me, and I dump more red curry onto rice and resume eating, smiling at Darcy’s muttered, “Ya think?”
“At least you don’t have to worry about me dying anymore,” I point out, because he was going to make me immortal one way or another, and now I am, and that has to be a huge relief.
Darcy reaches over, grabbing my chin to bring me face to face with him. “Peach, I’ve never been so scared in my life, and while I do appreciate that you’ve been made immortal, I’m also gonna say this again. Do. Not. Die.”
I smile and peck his pretty, plush lips. “I love you too.”
Darcy’s cheeks turn pink, and his grip on my chin tightens. “Me too.”
38
Darcy’s been holding out on me. Granted, I’ve spent almost no time in this house, but “I feel like the first thing out of your mouth should have been, ‘I have a spa in my house,’ and then I would have said, ‘Sold,’ and there wouldn’t have been any doubt about whose bed I was sleeping in when I got here.”
Darcy laughs as he sets all his jewelry in a bowl placed specifically for it. “I think I wanted you to like me for who I am, not for my bathroom.”
“Me liking you was never in question. The size and luxury of your bathroom could have been if I’d known you were the type to renovate half of the house into a spa.”
Dark gray slate tile lines the floor and the planters full of greenery. Behind the plants, river rock walls go up to a glass ceiling that doesn’t look like it leads to the view above my head when I walk outside. It’s a cloudy night tonight with the threat of rain, and I’m looking out of the glass ceiling at a blue-green sky with a sun shining down, feeding the plants its energy.
“What sun is that?” I ask curiously as we strip out of the rest of our clothes, pushing them into a laundry chute.
Darcy glances up before he walks over to the shower, sitting on one of the stools there. “It’s Sol, but it’s looking up at themidmorning sky. The glass is a portal. If you could pass through it, you would find yourself in China or Russia, or more likely in Western Australia. The portal is programmed to seek out spring and summer sun as much as possible.”
“What if you want a nighttime spa experience?”
Darcy points to a panel next to the laundry chute as he ducks to get his hair wet. The panel is labeled with moods: sunny, melancholy, sleepy, hungry, raging, wrathful, horny, and something that is scratched out.
I hit the horny button out of curiosity, and the room goes from sunny to dim lighting with background new age pop music with sexy moans and groans as vocals. Honestly, it really does it for me. The glass opens a portal to what looks like a nebula, which is incredible because a nebula shouldn’t look like anything from this close, so there must be a color filter on the glass.
It’s entrancing until Darcy calls to me. “Peach, git yer ass over here so I can clean it.”
I grin at his insistence, take my leg off, set it safely away from the water, grab my crutches, and hop my bountiful bum over to him. He stands, helping me down onto the stool, and moves his stool to sit in front of me.
“You’re going to wash me?” I tease as he turns the shower wand on and tests the heat on my leg.
“That hot enough?”
I nod in response and he douses me. He pulls my neck so that I’m bent forward and wets my hair, then he washes me head to toe, front to back, and ends with the offer of a douche, which I take him up on. It’s a little weird using a floor toilet after my douche, but Darcy helps me balance, offering to have an American style toilet installed since squatting isn’t something I’m used to. It’s a nice gesture, but there are three other bathrooms in his house that have American style toilets; this one doesn’t need the same treatment, and it wouldn’t work with thevibe of the spa, so I refuse the offer and let him rinse me off when I’m done evacuating the douche water.
Wet Darcy with no makeup on is something of a surprise. He’s got the face of an angel, pretty pink lips, and once you get his hair off his forehead, he looks like he could be any Korean pop idol.
“You are ridiculously pretty. Smoking hot when you have your makeup on, but without it, I want to come on your face.”
A wicked grin ruins the angelic facade as he helps me through a door and into the bathroom. Yes, we were in a bathroom, but this is the room with the floor set bath with little candles floating in the water and steam rising from the pool. There are towels strategically placed around the room for anyone to rest their head on, and if I didn’t know we hadn’t hopped a portal to Japan, I might be convinced we had.
“You wanna see your cum on my face? I’m more’n happy to oblige, darlin’.”
