CHAPTER 28
posted by Cat @ 4:21 PM
Sunday, October 10, 2004
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CHAPTER 28
Niki stood by the tub as the guards poured the large buckets of water. The Roman stood opposite her. He waited until the guards had finished and gone before removing his clothes. Two women came through the archway to attend the bath, but the Roman turned them away.
They hurled Niki a look of pure hatred. The undeserved response caught her by surprise. Surely, they couldn’t think she wanted to be in here with this man. After one quick look in his direction, she stared at her feet.
“You not going to be much help over there.”
She didn’t look up. She didn’t have to. From the first glance, the sight of his nude body was etched on her mind. Her breathing quickened and she felt a strange feeling in her gut. “What do you want me to do, my lord?” The words were cold against her lips.
“Bathe me, girl. Didn’t men take baths in your household?”
The implied insult cut through her fear. She lifted her chin. “Our men were quite capable of taking a bath unaided,” she said.
His face reddened and for a minute she thought she’d gone too far. “You are missing the point, bella. Washing myself would not bring pleasure to me or to you.”
“I can assure you, my lord, that washing you will bring no pleasure to me.”
“Maybe if I washed you, you would see what I meant.”
“Oh, no!” she gasped, taking a step back.”
Her quick glance toward the door told him she was about to bolt. “Bring Zela to me. You have much to learn. This first time, you may watch.”
Niki left quickly, before he could change his mind. Zela was standing in the gathering room. She seemed pleased to receive the summons.
When they returned, the Roman was sitting in the tub. His brown hair hung loose about his shoulders, turning subtle shades of auburn in the flickering candlelight. Niki let Zela lead the way, hanging well back in the shadows. Maybe he would forget she was there.
At first, he seemed to do just that, concentrating his full attention on the dark-haired beauty attending him. Niki watched in fascination as Zela ran a washrag all over his bronzed body, leaving no part of him untouched. She blushed as the woman lingered in his nether regions, resulting in a low moan. He threaded his fingers in her hair, pulling her face to his. Then, he kissed her long and hard. Niki raised her fingers to her own lips, as if feeling the kiss as her own.
Anthony hesitated before the entrance to Mikelle’s room, knowing his friend wouldn’t appreciate the interruption. However, the news he had to deliver wouldn’t wait.
He pushed aside the door covering and stepped inside. Zela was in the tub with Mikelle, and the bath was clearly over. He cleared his throat.
“A word with you, General.”
Mikelle’s hand shot out, restraining Zela when she would have moved. “What is it Anthony?”
Anthony stepped forward, noticing Nicadea for the first time. He nodded in her direction. “A tribe of barbarian Celts are headed in this direction. Octavias has called a meeting of the council.”
“How close?”
“Two days ride. No farther.”
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