Baths are wasted on men
“I am going to take a bath”, she announced loudly to the empty master bathroom.
He mumbled something in the shadows of the master bedroom that she didn’t catch, as he kept on working.
“I will leave the door open” she answered “in case you want to join me.”
“In a bathtub?” he laughed. “I have not been inside a bathtub since I was boy of two or three. Even then I hated it.”
“it is good for the body, and soul” she said.
She slipped her dressing gown off of her shoulders, and let it slowly slip down her naked curves until it found the floor in a puddle of ivory silk.
“Enjoy yourself” He answered without looking up at the sight of her in the doorframe of the suite.
“I always do” she answered with a slight smile.
She ran the roomy tub, poured her wine, and lite the candles around its edge.
The sun was setting in the picture window over the steamy tub as she slowly lowered the shade.
She poured the finest sea salt minted with fresh herbs into the hot water.
“That stuff will clear your sinuses” he sniffed and yelled over the cascading water, and soft sounds of Sade streaming from her phone.