28. Dinner Party

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Cordelia

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Cordelia

After a busy shift at the hospital I returned home to help prepare for our guests this evening. Nyx came hurdling towards me, tripping over her own feet. "Careful sweetie," I laughed as she picked herself up and lent against my legs. I dropped my keys into a bowl by the door and took off my coat, hanging it in the coat room. Yes, we had a coat room. I checked my watch: ten past five. "Baby?" I called out venturing further into the house. Nyx followed at my heel as I peered inside the kitchen. Popsy was busy with hundreds of different pots and pans all floating around the place.

"Hey Popsy, can I do anything to help?" I swiped my finger through the contents of one of the bowls and licked it. My eyes widened in delight at the taste of chocolate. "This is delicious!"

"Mistress mustn't touch anything yet." She said, hopping off the stool and taking my hand. She pulled me away from the kitchen. "Popsy will run Mistress a bath."

"No you don't need to do that," I said waving my hands at her to stop. "I can do that, thank you though."

"Very well," she said. "Popsy will finish getting dinner ready now." She clicked her fingers and returned to her spot on the kitchen stool, stirring a bowl of something.

I laughed to myself and began to head upstairs when a pair of strong arms wrapped around my waist, lifting me off the ground. "Mattheo!" I shrieked.

"Hi," he whispered into my ear. He placed me down and I turned to kiss him on the lips. "I missed you," he said against my lips.

I chuckled, "I missed you too."

"How was work?" he asked taking my hand and walking with me up the stairs.

"Tiring," I answered. "Some kid had trees growing out of his ears, he'd eaten something dodgy. I had to make up a draught to kill the roots without severing any of the nerves in his brain. It was difficult, but I managed to do it." I explained.

"Because you're brilliant," he said. I rolled my eyes. "Want me to run you a bath?"

"You sure?" I asked, despite just claiming that I could do it for myself seconds earlier.

"Of course," he kissed my cheek once we finally made it to our bedroom. I got changed out of my work clothes, taking my hair down. I went to pick out my dress for the evening, hanging it on the door to the closet. The sound of running water came to a halt after a few more minutes. "It's all yours, darling," he called out to me.

I unclipped my bra and stepped out of my pants before walking over to the bathroom where Mattheo was. His jaw dropped as he soaked me in. His trousers went tight around his crotch and he struggled to adjust them. "Thank you," I said with a smile.

He held his hand out for me. I grabbed it and stepped into the bath. Mattheo lent over me, both arms on either side of the tub. "I love you," he said kissing me again before finally leaving me to soak in the bubbly water. I tried not to be too long, knowing that everyone was arriving at seven. I relaxed, exfoliating my body with a vanilla scented body scrub. The smell was heavenly and I closed my eyes, sinking further into the water.

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