What are you waiting for?

Mila

“Okay, sir, I’ll do it….” I muttered under my breath as I marched towards the bathroom. I didn't want to prepare a tub for him to take a bath in, all I wanted to do was to tell him to fill his own goddamn bathtub by himself.

By the time I flipped the knobs and water started to pour into the gorgeous looking tub, I wasn’t just furious I was livid. And the fact that I hadn’t had this type of luxury in two years was making me resentful. Unable to help myself, I crouched down and dipped my fingers into the water, liking the way it’s warmth lapped at my hand. 

“Testing the waters, Miss Clinton?” The husky, deep voice has me jumping to my feet.

I turned around and froze. My mouth fell open as my eyes feasted on him, only to let out a gasp and squeak out, “What are you doing!?” I turned around but his image was seared in to my brain and all I could see was him standing behind me with his pants halfway to his calves and tha