for two. Was this one of Matt's playrooms?
All right, Kara, she told herself. Stop it. Whatever Matt's done is nothing to you. Don't let him upset you again. Determinedly she stepped into the scented water and settled her delicate body into its inviting warmth.
She closed her eyes, letting the soothing vapor of the bath float away her tension.
Ah, that's better, she thought, sinking a little lower into the water and putting her head back against the sloping end of the tub. But she had been relaxing for only a few minutes when she was disturbed by the sound of a door latch clicking. Startled, she opened her eyes to be greeted by the horrifying sight of the mirror panels sliding open. Matt Jordan emerged wearing only a short silk robe.
"I heard your tub water running. It sounded so inviting I thought I'd join you," he drawled.
"It wasn't an invitation," Kara spat out between clenched teeth, her eyes blazing.
But he ignored her outburst, his eyes lingering on the glimmering white curves of her body enticingly visible beneath the surface of the steamy water.
Hotly conscious of his sensual appraisal, Kara sank deeper in the tub, her fury now mixed with fear. "Get out of here," she cried. "You have no right to be in here!"
"On the contrary," he retorted. "I have every right. This is my house and you are my wife. It's time we cleaned up our act," he said, grinning as he sauntered across the room toward the tub. Bending slowly next to the steamy water, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "This is our wedding night, you know. And I've been looking forward to celebrating it properly all day. I wouldn't have married you if that weren't part of the bargain."
"What do you mean?" Kara quavered, locking her arms protectively across her breasts. "I thought we had agreed that this was going to be a platonic arrangement." Despite herself she had to drag her eyes away from the tanned, muscular legs visible beneath the short robe.
"That was your idea, it was never mine. I'm a doer, not a dreamer. That's part of my campaign slogan," he chuckled.
Before Kara could reply, Matt's hand slipped into the warm water and playfully began to ripple the surface of the bath, sending tiny waves splashing against her breasts. Kara felt her face turn red as her flesh tingled. But she had no intention of responding to the pleasurable sensation and quickly moved to the other side of the tub out of Matt's reach.
"Making room for me?" he mocked, beginning to untie the cord of his robe.
Kara gasped. He obviously meant to join her in the water. She could feel her anger rising. The nerve of the man! Not only had he maneuvered her into an unwanted marriage and messed up her job, he was now planning on using her like all the other easy women in his life. She wanted no part of his plans and she wanted to make sure he got the message. She would douse his passions in a tangible way he wouldn't soon forget!
Her calculating eyes lit on the hand-held shower attachment next to the water faucets. Scooting forward, she grabbed the attachment with her right hand, aimed it at Matt, and turned the cold water on full with her left.
About to pull off his robe, he was hit full in the abdomen by the cold needle-sharp spray. He shouted in astonishment, but his surprise quickly turned to anger.
"Why, you little witch," he exclaimed, reaching over and trying to wrest the spray from her hand. But Kara held on with determination and the nozzle careened wildly, spraying the bathroom with icy water.
Before he was able to take the shower attachment away from her and turn it off, Matt was drenched and Kara's hair was dripping. Matt grabbed Kara by the shoulders, pulled her out of the tub and shoved a towel at her. "That was a juvenile trick," he grated. "If you'd simply asked me to leave with real conviction in your voice I would have. But children who like to play games have to learn to clean up the mess they make." Turning on his heels, he stalked out.
Dripping and cold,
All right, Kara, she told herself. Stop it. Whatever Matt's done is nothing to you. Don't let him upset you again. Determinedly she stepped into the scented water and settled her delicate body into its inviting warmth.
She closed her eyes, letting the soothing vapor of the bath float away her tension.
Ah, that's better, she thought, sinking a little lower into the water and putting her head back against the sloping end of the tub. But she had been relaxing for only a few minutes when she was disturbed by the sound of a door latch clicking. Startled, she opened her eyes to be greeted by the horrifying sight of the mirror panels sliding open. Matt Jordan emerged wearing only a short silk robe.
"I heard your tub water running. It sounded so inviting I thought I'd join you," he drawled.
"It wasn't an invitation," Kara spat out between clenched teeth, her eyes blazing.
But he ignored her outburst, his eyes lingering on the glimmering white curves of her body enticingly visible beneath the surface of the steamy water.
Hotly conscious of his sensual appraisal, Kara sank deeper in the tub, her fury now mixed with fear. "Get out of here," she cried. "You have no right to be in here!"
"On the contrary," he retorted. "I have every right. This is my house and you are my wife. It's time we cleaned up our act," he said, grinning as he sauntered across the room toward the tub. Bending slowly next to the steamy water, he leaned over and whispered in her ear, "This is our wedding night, you know. And I've been looking forward to celebrating it properly all day. I wouldn't have married you if that weren't part of the bargain."
"What do you mean?" Kara quavered, locking her arms protectively across her breasts. "I thought we had agreed that this was going to be a platonic arrangement." Despite herself she had to drag her eyes away from the tanned, muscular legs visible beneath the short robe.
"That was your idea, it was never mine. I'm a doer, not a dreamer. That's part of my campaign slogan," he chuckled.
Before Kara could reply, Matt's hand slipped into the warm water and playfully began to ripple the surface of the bath, sending tiny waves splashing against her breasts. Kara felt her face turn red as her flesh tingled. But she had no intention of responding to the pleasurable sensation and quickly moved to the other side of the tub out of Matt's reach.
"Making room for me?" he mocked, beginning to untie the cord of his robe.
Kara gasped. He obviously meant to join her in the water. She could feel her anger rising. The nerve of the man! Not only had he maneuvered her into an unwanted marriage and messed up her job, he was now planning on using her like all the other easy women in his life. She wanted no part of his plans and she wanted to make sure he got the message. She would douse his passions in a tangible way he wouldn't soon forget!
Her calculating eyes lit on the hand-held shower attachment next to the water faucets. Scooting forward, she grabbed the attachment with her right hand, aimed it at Matt, and turned the cold water on full with her left.
About to pull off his robe, he was hit full in the abdomen by the cold needle-sharp spray. He shouted in astonishment, but his surprise quickly turned to anger.
"Why, you little witch," he exclaimed, reaching over and trying to wrest the spray from her hand. But Kara held on with determination and the nozzle careened wildly, spraying the bathroom with icy water.
Before he was able to take the shower attachment away from her and turn it off, Matt was drenched and Kara's hair was dripping. Matt grabbed Kara by the shoulders, pulled her out of the tub and shoved a towel at her. "That was a juvenile trick," he grated. "If you'd simply asked me to leave with real conviction in your voice I would have. But children who like to play games have to learn to clean up the mess they make." Turning on his heels, he stalked out.
Dripping and cold,
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