teeth, I eye the bathtub. I won’t be able to survive the long day if I can’t alleviate my back pain. I think I can spare thirty minutes to soak my sore muscles in a bubble bath. I turn on the water, and when the tub is half-full, I toss in one of my bath bombs.
A moan escapes my lips when I sink into the water. This is exactly what I need. Using a folded towel as a pillow, I lean my head back and close my eyes.
Immediately, Troy’s image pops in my head. The memory of our kiss comes to the forefront of my mind, making my lips and other parts of my body tingle. My nipples turn into pebbles, and there’s a new ache between my legs. Ah hell. This need won’t go away until I get some relief.
I glide my hand down my belly, then flick my clit with my fingers. A zing of pleasure unfurls in my core, making me arch my back. Damn, I’m so horny, this won’t take long. I imagine it’s Troy’s fingers playing with my sex, probing and teasing. I slide two fingers inside while I apply pressure on my bundle of nerves with my thumb.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I pump my fingers in and out, imagining it’s Troy’s cock pushing in, filling and stretching me. The pressure keeps building and building, but I don’t want to climax just yet. My toes curl, my legs tense as I fight the wave of pleasure that’s on the horizon and fast approaching. I slow my movements, but I’ve already passed the point of no return. There’s no stopping this from happening now.
A strangled moan escapes my lips when the orgasm hits me. My hips buckle from the intensity of it. I’m not a fool to give credit to my hand for this; it’s all Troy’s fault for invading my thoughts, for making me crave him as if he were a drug I was addicted to after one single taste.
I’m uber relaxed now, and if I keep my eyes closed, I run the serious risk of falling asleep.
Fuck it. I guess I’m skipping my visit to Golden Oaks today. I’m too tired to even feel guilty about it.
I’m not sure how long I’ve napped in the tub, but when I blink my eyes open, the water is no longer warm. It’s nippy actually. With a groan, I brace against the edge and stand up. Then I notice something alarming. Oh my God. I’ve turned into a Smurf.
“What the hell!”
I jump out of the tub and look at the mirror. My skin is blue from the neck down. I glance at the bathwater, which looks like raspberry Kool-Aid. I didn’t notice before thanks to the bubbles. How is that possible? I grab a towel and begin to scrub. The white fabric quickly becomes blue too, but the stain doesn’t vanish from my skin.
Realization hits me then. This was a fucking prank.
A roar comes from deep in my throat. I can’t believe I was that stupid. Troy played me. He let me believe all was fine between us when in fact he was plotting his revenge. And I fell for it.
Propelled by anger, I wrap myself in a towel and march out of the bathroom. I don’t stop until I barge into his room. I find him coming out of his closet, wearing nothing but boxer shorts. Of course he has to be half-naked.
“You ass! I can’t believe I fell for your good-guy act.”
His eyebrows shoot to the heavens as his eyes widen. “Charlie, what the hell are you talking about?”
“Quit the act already. You won. Look at me!” I open my arms wide, not caring if the towel stays in place or not.
“Why do you look like Smurfette?”
I breach the distance between us, then poke his chest with my finger. “I’m like this because you exchanged one of my bath bombs for something with blue dye in it. Don’t even try to deny it.”
He shakes his head, still keeping the innocent façade in place. “I swear, Charlie, I didn’t do this.”
My nostrils flare, a sign that I’m about to go savage on his ass. But what would kicking him in the nuts or punching him in the face accomplish? Nothing. He got me, just like I’d gotten him with the chickens. Now we’re even.
I step back. “I should have known you wouldn’t simply forget everything. Congratulations, Troy. You really got me.”