Page 50 of One Bossy Date

His voice jerked me from my wandering mind.

“Zoe, give me the handle.”

“Oh! Here,” I said, stepping into the huge tub to hand it to him, and he reached for it blindly. I got back out while he forced the handle back on and turned it down, steadily shutting the water off.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Oh, God! I’msosorry,” I apologized, grabbing more towels from the cupboard.

I turned around, ready to hand him a towel, but I hadn’t realized he was already climbing out of the tub. The moment our bodies collided, my feet slipped out from under me. I screeched as I went down and felt Anders’s strong hands wrap around each of my arms. He attempted to pull me back up, but the momentum of my fall was too strong. He ended up slipping as well and landing on his ass with an “oof!”—and me on top of him.

How else was I supposed to land? In an attractive position a safe distance from him?No way!I had to go and sprawl myself across him, my breasts and nipples pressing into him, trying to find some semblance of balance and stability. Once we were down, I realized my knee, which had landed on the tiles in between his legs, was in pain and I flinched.

“Ow!” I let out, while thinking,Oh. My. God, was that his bulge against my thigh? Wow. It felt so good…

Beneath me, Anders lay still on his back, with my body across his torso and my legs on either side of his left leg. I know. I could’ve straddled him, then and there. Feeling his thick, muscular, body under me was a wet dream come true, and an insane turn-on.

For me. Not for him.

Did he really not feel what I was feeling?

Right now, he seemed more worried about my pain.

“You okay?” he murmured.

I nodded awkwardly. With his hands still around my upper arms, he lifted me from his chest and sat me between his legs. A moment of regret washed over me, that I was no longer lying over him with his bulge so obvious beneath my thigh. While the bathroom was spacious, it didn’t feel that way when the two of us were seated on the floor.

Anders sat up and positioned me against his chest—against his solid pecs that were so glaringly, tantalizingly obvious under his soaked shirt—twisting my body to a comfortable position while making sure my towel remained closed. He held me there while he assessed my injuries.

“Are you okay?” he asked again, professionally.

His eyes found the red bruise already showing itself on my knee and gently touched it. It took me a moment to reply, since I was so focused on all the sensations happening at once. His hands, his touches, his wet body cradling mine. The feeling of my nipples hardening under my wet towel and my pussy getting soaked—luckily, all that was out of his line of vision.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.” I finally found my voice. “It’s just a bump. I get them all the time.” I shook my head, dismissing my pain. “I’m so sorry about the handle. I didn’t even pull it that hard.”

“This bath has never been used.”

“What?” I asked, while assessing just how cornered I was here, huddled between his legs.

“The plumbing of the whole thing must be messed up. I’ve never actually tested it.”

“Well, I tested it.”

“Glad you did.”

Both of us dripped water from our hair onto our shoulders. Anders wiped his face with one hand, and I watched silently as he did so.

“Um,” I started after a minute or two. Being a Sunday, Anders was in more casual attire. Although, his wet jeans did not look comfortable at all. “Let me just…” I twisted to try and stand up in a way that resembled anything graceful but found no way to stand up without either putting my exposed ass in his face, or my own face…in his face. I guessed the latter was the better option, while still fiddly as hell.

“Here,” he said, offering me a hand to help me up. That did the trick. I found my footing and pushed myself up against his steady hand. It worked, and I stood up in one impatient motion, eager to end this “delicate situation.”

Suddenly, I felt cold. Very cold.

Feeling a breeze against my skin, I quickly looked down and the blood drained entirely from my face.

Nooooooo.

“Holy shit,” I shouted in absolute shock.