A Story To Tell | Book 1

.18.

Bruce greeted me at the front door wearing nothing but a pair of Calvin Klein's under black, white, and red balling shorts. I danced my eyes over his body, before I noticed that he had a white hand towel draped along his arm as if he were a butler or something. I smiled and walked into the house, closing the door behind me.

    "Drop your bag and follow me to the bathroom, beautiful."

    Admiring his small, but muscular frame, I did as I was told and placed my coach bag aside the door and followed behind him as he led me up to the bathroom.

    The whole trip there, my heart was doing flips and I had butterflies. Or, it could've been the baby. Either way, I had butterflies.

    At the bathroom door, Bruce stopped and looked at me, sexually with marijuana eyes. I smile at him, thinking of how cute he looked, staring me up and down the way that he was. He looked down at me, seductively and then back up at me, playfully biting his lip. I burst out laughing, which he couldn't keep the seductive look up for long and just joined me, sharing a brief laugh.   

    He took my hand, intertwining it with his and gently pulling me into his beautiful tan marbled bathroom. I stepped foot onto the bathroom floor, admiring just how fancy the scenery looked.

    The bathroom smelt just like sweet pea and cigarillos.

    Every speck of white in the bathroom was pristine. In fact, the bathroom was so neatly tended, I'd fallen in love with it and never wanted to leave it. And the floor was so clean, you could probably eat from it. I made sure to remove my feet from the slippers that I'd changed into at home before coming.

    Bruce pulled me further into the bathroom so that I could finish looking inside. 

    In the Jacuzzi tub, there were floating bright red, white, and pink rose petals. The water was still, untouched, but seemingly hot because of how warm the temperature was inside.

    He had lit white candles randomly around the edge of the tub and near the Jacuzzi tub, there was a white robe and white slippers hanging onto the pantry door.

    My eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas day when I realized, resting along side of the bathroom sink was a fancy dish with chocolate candy. This was so sweet of him and I didn't know what better way to think him other than to turn him my way and wrap my arms around him, planting a kiss on his soft cushioned lips.

I reached for a piece of chocolate and bit into it, realizing I was biting off more than I could chew. Bruce laughed a little as loads of caramel fell from the chocolate and onto my bottom lip and chin. He swept his thumb against my lip and chin, wiping the caramel off and putting his thumb into his mouth to lick it off.

    "You're so sweet." I say to him, looking back at the beautiful scene. I leaned in and gave him another kiss.

    "You can miss me with that gay shit. I'm not gay. Just happy you're here. Thought I could welcome you in with something. It's nothing much. Some old shit I had lying around." He said, trying to make it seem as if he didn't put much thought into it when I knew for a fact that he did. "I don't have the heat set and the jets in the tub running because I read from somewhere pregnant women can't get into hot Jacuzzi tubs. But the water hot." He informed me.

    "I needed this." I smile.

    "So, um...strip ass naked and get in there so I don't have to continue undressing you with my eyes. You know I hate that." I burst out laughing as he let my hand go and gently pushed me into the center of his gigantic bathroom.

    I obliged, stripping out of my clothes as he removed the hand towel from his arm, turning away from me. I was looking for him to remove his clothes too, but instead, he walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open as I stripped.