Page 97 of Rock Me

"NO!" he commands, pointing a finger at me, "Down, temptress, down. I have other plans for you right now."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, come on."

"Do I need to get dressed."

"No, you're dressed perfectly for what I have planned for you." I climb out of the bed, suddenly shy, and wrap the bedsheet around me. I follow him into the bathroom and I can't help but let out a gasp.

"Oh, Jez," I sigh, looking around me.

He's filled the giant marble bathroom with candles, everywhere. The lights are dimmed but every surface is lit up in that soft orange hue that only comes from a naked flame. The large round tub in the middle of the room is filled, steam coming from the hot water, bubbles overflowing the rim, the scent is like a field of lavender. Decadent, luscious, heavenly.

And there's another scent as well. Just as heavenly, just as decadent.

What is that?

Oh god.

Coffee.

I notice a silver tray on the side of the tub, holding a French press and a double walled glass coffee cup. There’s also a plate with a fluffy croissant, and the smell of butter is making me drool.

"Coffeeeeeee." I say, and it sounds like the Cookie Monster's come to visit. I let go of the sheet; it drops to my feet as I reach for the tray.

He laughs. "I thought you might like that. I thought if you've been suffering through the same coffee as me at the hospital, you might be missing a good cup.” He comes up and hugs me from behind. I lean back against him, enjoying the feel of his chest against my back, protective, strong, mine. He kisses my ear gently and I shiver.

“This is amazing, I love it. I haven’t had a good soak in a tub for so long,” I coo, happily.

“Good. I’m glad you like it. I had to light the candles pretty damn quick in case you woke up and needed to use the bathroom.”

I turn around and give him a soft kiss. I feel so spoiled.

“Get in and I’ll bring the tray over to you.”

I wish I could take a photo of this moment to remember forever.

"Hey, turn around," I tell him, as I prepare to climb into the tub. The last thing I want is for him to watch my lack of athleticism as I try to traverse the bath.

"No. You're beautiful." He says firmly, and doesn't take his eyes off me. He watches as I throw my legs over into the tub as gracefully as I can and sink down into the bubbles, almost getting lost in them.

"AHHHHHHHH," I sigh as every pain, every ache, every niggling discomfort in my body dissipates.

"There's that sound again," he laughs.

"Yeah, well, you could join me,” I wink at him, lifting a bare leg into the air.

"Maybe later, I thought you might like to just have a good soak for a bit. I had a long shower before. Someone tired me out last night." He hands me the coffee cup and I take a long sip, ignoring the burn on my tongue and down my throat.

"Bliss," I say.

"Enjoy it, Emmie," he says, kissing my forehead, and hands me the tv remote before tiptoeing out the door.

I sink deeper into the tub, turning on the water jets, letting out a slow hum as they vibrate through my body. Yeah, okay, I could get used to this. The only thing that is going to make this any better is some mood music.

I grab the remote and switch on the TV.

"Ugh, no," I say, changing the channel. The Bellagio has a TV channel completely dedicated to their fountain music. They must have mentioned it five times as Jez was checking in.