A Beautiful Thing - Chapter 8

Catherine and Daniel speak of the house, and how Daniel came to inherit it.
Catherine slid into the lukewarm bath water, the pristine white marble bath seemed to swallow her tiny body as she slowly sunk under the surface.

"Are you doing ok?" She heard Daniel ask.

She nodded. Then remembering he wasn't looking she replied, "Yes, I'm fine."

The water lapped at her chin and her cheeks were flushed by the steam coming off the water. She picked up a bar of soap and lathered her body.

She felt awkward and attempted at a conversation.

"So, how long have you lived here Daniel? It's awfully big for just one person."

She lathered more soap into the palm of her hands and started to lather her legs, feeling more relaxed.

"I've lived here all my life. Most of my family gave up on this place. They said it was too much work to handle. I just couldn't bear to leave it. My old housekeeper always told me I connected with this house. I always felt I did too."

Catherine soaked in the information like a sponge. "So, how an attractive man like you find..." She paused for a moment, "company".

He laughed a deep timber laugh. "How do I find women? Now, that's a peculiar thing to ask. Usually I just wait for, then to lose their way and end up on my docks."

She flushed pink and chuckled. "Seems like you don't have to do any work hmmm...?"

He chuckled. "I enjoy the solace this place offers, but I do venture into town now and again. I am a man after all and I'm far from an innocent."

Catherine turned around and met the gaze she felt at her back. "Will you grab me a towel please?"

She heard him stand and rumble around in a drawer. "Here you go."

She slid her arms around her chest and turned to grab the towel in his hand. "Thank you..."

She stood and wrapped the downy white towel around her. "You can open your eyes now."

He opened his eyes and smirked. "How'd you know I wasn't peeking?"

Catherine smirked and turned to leave the bathroom." Well, that's just it. I don't."

Daniel stood rooted to the ground and Catherine chuckled inwardly. Now, where is my luggage.... She turned and Daniel was still in the bathroom, staring at her bare legs and arms.

"Umm, my luggage?" She asked hesitantly. "It's kind of cold under here."

Daniel cleared his throat and ran a hand through his unruly hair. "I'd imagine it would be." He walked over to a drawer and threw her a shirt and some sweatpants. "Here, you can borrow these for now."

Catherine caught the clothes at the last minute. "Have you already lost my clothes sir?"

He smiled and began to exit the room. "I'll go search for them now, till then get dressed, I'll rustle up some grub."

Catherine nodded and when she heard the door click shut she let her towel drop. The air kicked on and she shivered, the clothes were a tad bit large but she tied them up as much as she could. Now, about that food...
Published: 2/27/2013
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