passed through another doorway and Will led the way up some stairs. A door at the top opened onto a small landing and he opened another door to reveal an enormous bathroom. It appeared to be almost the size of my whole flat in Crouch End, so he had to be one very wealthy vampire.
The sunken bath was huge, it looked as though it could easily accommodate four people with room to spare. I wondered idly what kind of parties vampires went in for, then decided I really didn’t want to know. An ornate hand basin against the far wall had an antique oak cupboard above it, and in the corner of the room was a large glass cubicle, housing a modern, state-of-the-art shower, which I made a mental note not to use whenever Will was around. It was just a little too see-through for my taste.
The toilet looked to be an early Victorian design, with a high cistern, an elaborate chain with enamel pull, and an oak seat.
Do vampires have normal bodily functions?
Somehow I didn’t think so. The floor was made up of large flagstones, which looked centuries old to my untrained eye. Just how old was this place again? The walls were partly tiled with plain, gleaming white tiles, and the rest of the walls were painted an ivory colour. The brass taps glinted in the soft lighting and I noticed there were no windows. This bathroom seemed to be completely vampire-friendly, and it also felt as though we were still underground.
Will turned on the gleaming taps and spun around to face me. ‘Bubbles?’ he held up two different, expensive-looking bottles. I nodded, and he unscrewed the ornate cap from one of the bottles to add some fragrant liquid to the water. Immediately, the room filled with the aromatic scent of cedar wood.
It was round about then I realised I was going to have to undress in order to have a bath, and I had a feeling he wasn’t the type to leave while I did so.
I stood uncertainly near the door, and watched him warily.
I argued silently with myself. I’d only known him a few days, and he’d already turned me into a vampire, so how much worse could it get?
The bath filled up quickly, a little too quickly for my liking, and then he was coming toward me. His mocking look was back as he stood in front of me, hands resting on his slim hips.
‘Shy Elinor?’ He asked, surprising me by using my name.
‘Where I come from, ladies have their baths alone,’ I replied.
‘Then I shall go and find you some other clothes while you get in the bath,’ he said, with a courteous gesture of hands, and I nodded again, feeling relieved.
He went out through a second door, opposite the one we had entered, and I hastily stripped off my filthy jeans, both sweatshirts, and underwear. I stepped tentatively into the warm, frothy water and sat down, making sure the bubbles covered absolutely everything from my chin down. The feel of the warm, foamy water against my cold, sensitive skin was overwhelming, and I closed my eyes as I gave myself up to the somewhat erotic sensation.
Will came back in, carrying faded blue jeans and a dark-blue jumper. I didn’t want to ask about underwear. Best not to mention underwear at this point.
‘How is the water?’
‘Wonderful,’ I wondered if he was just going to stand there and watch me. His presence seemed to fill the room and I sank lower under the water.
‘I take it you would not be too keen on company in the bath.’
‘Don’t even think about it.’
He smiled. This was all going to go to hell in a minute. I could feel it.
He squatted down beside the bath, trailing his hand lazily in the bubbles. I moved backwards carefully, away from his hand, trying not to disturb the bubbles too much, and felt suddenly grateful that the bath was so huge.
He watched me, his green eyes glinting.
‘I could, however, wash your hair for you,’ he offered.
I looked at him suspiciously then, and he laughed.
‘I would like to say I do not bite,’ he said, ‘however, you definitely know it is not the case.’
I
The sunken bath was huge, it looked as though it could easily accommodate four people with room to spare. I wondered idly what kind of parties vampires went in for, then decided I really didn’t want to know. An ornate hand basin against the far wall had an antique oak cupboard above it, and in the corner of the room was a large glass cubicle, housing a modern, state-of-the-art shower, which I made a mental note not to use whenever Will was around. It was just a little too see-through for my taste.
The toilet looked to be an early Victorian design, with a high cistern, an elaborate chain with enamel pull, and an oak seat.
Do vampires have normal bodily functions?
Somehow I didn’t think so. The floor was made up of large flagstones, which looked centuries old to my untrained eye. Just how old was this place again? The walls were partly tiled with plain, gleaming white tiles, and the rest of the walls were painted an ivory colour. The brass taps glinted in the soft lighting and I noticed there were no windows. This bathroom seemed to be completely vampire-friendly, and it also felt as though we were still underground.
Will turned on the gleaming taps and spun around to face me. ‘Bubbles?’ he held up two different, expensive-looking bottles. I nodded, and he unscrewed the ornate cap from one of the bottles to add some fragrant liquid to the water. Immediately, the room filled with the aromatic scent of cedar wood.
It was round about then I realised I was going to have to undress in order to have a bath, and I had a feeling he wasn’t the type to leave while I did so.
I stood uncertainly near the door, and watched him warily.
I argued silently with myself. I’d only known him a few days, and he’d already turned me into a vampire, so how much worse could it get?
The bath filled up quickly, a little too quickly for my liking, and then he was coming toward me. His mocking look was back as he stood in front of me, hands resting on his slim hips.
‘Shy Elinor?’ He asked, surprising me by using my name.
‘Where I come from, ladies have their baths alone,’ I replied.
‘Then I shall go and find you some other clothes while you get in the bath,’ he said, with a courteous gesture of hands, and I nodded again, feeling relieved.
He went out through a second door, opposite the one we had entered, and I hastily stripped off my filthy jeans, both sweatshirts, and underwear. I stepped tentatively into the warm, frothy water and sat down, making sure the bubbles covered absolutely everything from my chin down. The feel of the warm, foamy water against my cold, sensitive skin was overwhelming, and I closed my eyes as I gave myself up to the somewhat erotic sensation.
Will came back in, carrying faded blue jeans and a dark-blue jumper. I didn’t want to ask about underwear. Best not to mention underwear at this point.
‘How is the water?’
‘Wonderful,’ I wondered if he was just going to stand there and watch me. His presence seemed to fill the room and I sank lower under the water.
‘I take it you would not be too keen on company in the bath.’
‘Don’t even think about it.’
He smiled. This was all going to go to hell in a minute. I could feel it.
He squatted down beside the bath, trailing his hand lazily in the bubbles. I moved backwards carefully, away from his hand, trying not to disturb the bubbles too much, and felt suddenly grateful that the bath was so huge.
He watched me, his green eyes glinting.
‘I could, however, wash your hair for you,’ he offered.
I looked at him suspiciously then, and he laughed.
‘I would like to say I do not bite,’ he said, ‘however, you definitely know it is not the case.’
I
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