The Mafia And Me

Chapter Nine

Scarlett Donovan's POV

I am officially in love. With this bathtub at least. It is so big you could probably fit 4 people in here. There is a nice little headrest pillow thing and jets for the ultimate bath experience.

"Hey there tesoro, how are you feeling?" Angel asks walking back into the bathroom. Looking right at me I can feel a blush forming on my face. I'm not naked but I am only in my bra and panties. Not exactly decent.

"This bathtub is my new best friend." I smile up at him. Watching his eyes wander over my almost naked body.

"Don't let Raoul here you say that. He thinks he holds that title." He laughs out, crossing his arms. 

"Can you help me out? The water is getting cold now." I look at him expectantly. He slowly straightens himself out and turns to grab a towel.

"Start draining the water, once it goes down a little I will lift you out. Last thing we need is you slipping and breaking something else." he tells me getting the towel ready.

Once the water is about halfway down Angel leans over me and slowly reaches his hands out towards my body. He places one arm under my body and arms and the other under my legs, slowly lifting me out the tub he turns slightly to grab the towel with the hand still under my legs and wraps it around me. Now wrapped in the towel and being held tight to his body and I let my head rest in the crook of his neck.

"Comfortable?" Angel laughs looking down at me smirking. Does he know the effect his closeness has on me?

"Very." I smile at his, snuggling further into him, not wanting the moment to end when he puts my down again.

"Do you need help getting dressed? I can see if Greta can assist you." he asks, gently setting me down on the edge of my bed. I don't want someone I am not close with seeing me naked. Female or not. Would it be awkward to ask him? Fuck it. He can close his eyes.

"I am not really comfortable with her seeing me naked. Actually I have never been naked in front of anyone before. Would it be too much to ask you to cover your eyes and help?" I speak shyly while hiding my face behind my hands. 

"Wow, umm, yeah I guess I can do that." he splutters out looking unsure.

"No never mind that was stupid. You have already helped me so much that was too much to ask. I will figure it out myself. I'm sorry." I ramble out quickly feeling even more embarrassed now.

"Stop. I have no problem helping you. Would a button up shirt be easier for you to get on and off without hurting your broken ribs? I want to do this the least painful way possible." he tells me, grabbing my hand for comfort.

"That would be great actually, I don't think I have one though." I tell him quietly.

" I will be right back, wait here." he says quickly running out of the room. Where the hell is he going? Maybe he changed his mind. But then why would he say he would be right back? 'Wait here' he says, yeah like I can fucking go anywhere with a broken leg. 

"Here, this will work." he says out of breath holding out a navy blue button up that looks 3 sizes too big. Did he just bring me one of his shirts?

"This is too big, where did you even get this?" I ask holding the shirt up in front of me.

"It's mine. You said you didn't have a button up." he says shrugging his shoulders.

"Are you sure it's okay for me to wear this?" I ask hopefully. Bringing it closer to my face I can tell it smells like him. He has the earthy scent to him. Like a fresh rainfall after a hot summer.