Going Up!

Chapter Fifteen

The bubble bath was full and I was in full relaxation mode when I smelled bacon wafting into the bathroom. God damnit Ben. If there was one thing that could get me out of a bath immediately it was bacon. Grabbing the handheld shower attachment I turned the water back on rinsing my hair and body of bubbles before hitting the drain button.

Towel drying myself quickly I put on the pajama shorts and cami from my overnight bag. Then I grabbed one of the thick black plush robes he had hanging inside the master closet and wrapped it around me. It smelled so much of him. Picking up my towel I dried my hair lightly before hanging it on the hook and padding down the long hallway to the sleek steel and white kitchen.

Ben had his back to me flipping bacon with tongs in the pan. His hair was partially pulled into a semi ponytail and damn if he didn't look sexier than I had ever seen him. He had shed his tux and was wearing black basketball shorts and a white short sleeve undershirt. I was able to slide into a barstool unnoticed. I watched him silently as he hummed to himself. Listening intently I tried to make out the tune. It took a solid minute of listening before I finally figured out he was humming Car Seat Headrest's 'Drunk Drivers/Killer Whales.'

"Never took you for a Car Seat Headrest fan." I said aloud. He didn't respond and I realized he must have had ear buds in. I stood and walked around the island and he jumped when he saw me.

"How long have you been there?" He asked as he leaned over kissing me popping an AirPod into his palm curling his long fingers around it.

"Long enough for me to try and figure out what you were singing under your breath there. Before I came over here I was sitting at the bar and had said I didn't take you for a Car Seat Headrest fan but I guess you couldn't hear me." I motioned towards the AirPod in his hand smirking.

His cheeks flushed a slight pink as he reached for the tongs pulling a the last couple slices of bacon out of the grease to cool. "Yep. I saw them live not too long ago. They put on a fun show. You could have stayed in the bath. I was gonna bring you this in there." He nodded to two trays at the end of the counter that each had what looked like scrambled eggs, toast, a glass of orange juice, and an empty champagne glass on them.

"Babe, you cooked bacon. Let this be your first lesson. If you EVER cook bacon around me it will immediately rouse me out of bed, bath, or probably even death if we're being honest." I laughed picking up a piece of bacon taking a bite. It was perfectly crispy without being burnt and not too chewy. Fucking perfectly cooked bacon. I let out a moan.

"Well, now that I see what bacon can do I feel like maybe I'm not as good in bed as I thought I was." He frowned at me snatching the other half of bacon from my hand and taking a bite.

"Hey! That was mine!" I said trying to snatch the last bit from him as he shoved it in his mouth. "Why are you like that.?" I laughed at him shaking my head.

He held up a finger as he swallowed his mouthful. "You think I'm gonna let bacon make you moan like that?" He laughed as he turned off the stove and pushed the pan to the back burner.

"Come on, let's go eat," he picked up the plate of bacon and walked to where the trays were, separating out the slices of bacon between the two plates.

Pushing the tray to me which had three slices of bacon on it I laughed, "Ben, how many slices of bacon did you cook?"

"Worry about yourself woman." He said as he picked up the other tray and turned the corner to start down the hallway toward his bedroom.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"Ummm, to eat?" He turned a looked at me.

"In your room?" I questioned him. "I mean you have a really nice dining room table."