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Today we have a snippet from Reserved, A Tales of Bryant Novella #2. This is one of two books that I’ll be working on in November. The other one is a secret project that I think everyone will be thrilled about once we release the news! Today’s word prompt is “Fudge” and in this snippet someone is taking a bath and someone else walks in on them. It’s all quite scandalous!
This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by!
Once I was up to my neck in rose-scented bubbles – I never travel without my bubbles and a good razor – I leaned back, placed my earbuds in, and turned on an audio book while I lounged and shaved all the parts of me that were dire need of a blade. Reaching all those delicate parts was tough, and I had to take numerous breaks to let the rib pain subside. Tavi was napping on the dark blue bathmat while I bathed. The water grew cold so I added some hot and a dash more bubble bath. I needed a wax by my manly bits badly. Perhaps in another week or so my face might be presentable in genteel company, with lots of foundation of course.
The door opened as I was soaping my arm. I screamed, Tavi leaped up and pounced on the intruder, and Galen – the poor man – danced around with an irate Pom attached to the pant leg of his uniform pants. As soon as I saw who it was I removed my earbuds and called Tavi off. He let go of Galen’s trousers, sneezed soundly, and trotted over to the tub where he sat down with regal splendor.
“Sorry, I was worried when I called and no one replied,” Galen said, chuckling a bit as he inspected his pant leg.
“Oh fudge! Dear me, that was quite unexpected,” I giggled, slipping down in the water to ensure the bubbles covered the ugly bandage and the discoloration of my sides, chest, and back. My sore knee popped as my long legs bent upward and peeked out of the bubbles. “It’s my fault. I lost track of time with André Aciman’s newest book and the feel of a hot bath. It’s been so long since I soaked and gave my hair an oil treatment.”
“No harm done,” he said, leaning against the counter, his gaze touching on my knees, shoulders, and face. “It’s nice to come home and find you here.”
I blushed a bit. “I had planned to be dressed when you arrived home with the evening meal in the oven, but you caught me inflagrante delicto.”
“Were you doing something naughty up here in my bathtub?” He waggled an eyebrow which made me giggle.
“No, nothing naughty. Just tidying up some things that shall remain unspoken of.”
“Pity, walking in on you doing something naughty with yourself sounds hot.”
I flush ran up my cheeks that had nothing to do with the hot water I was sitting in. “You’re rather risqué in your own home.” He chuckled and it was a lovely sound. “Now shoo and let a lady finish her bath.” I motioned him to go with soapy fingers.
“If you’re sure? I could help you wash your back?”
Oh my, he was a temptation of epic magnitude.
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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