N is for Naked

She was in the tub and he had run out to get some wine and a snack for them. She heard the electronic lock open and then a knock on the bathroom door.

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“Come in!”

Jake opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. “What if it hadn’t been me?” he asked.

“Who else would it have been?”

“Staff from the hotel. Some creepy stalker guy. Who knows?”

She pulled a face. “How would the creepy stalker guy get a key? And didn’t you put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door?”

“Yes, but you should be more careful.”

“Yes, Dad. I will make sure to always ask who the creepy person is before I tell them they can come into the bathroom where I am naked and wet. Did you get the wine and stuff?”

He shook his head at her comment and then nodded. “I even sprang for the plastic wine glasses. Such luxury,” he laughed. “I guess it’s better than the tumblers in here, anyway.”

“Seriously, though, you should be more careful.”

“Whatever. I knew it was you. I recognize your whistling. Come here and give me a kiss.”

He came over and sat on the edge of the tub. He leaned backwards a little to kiss her and just as their lips touched, she grabbed his arm and pulled him into the tub. Water splashed all over the floor and he sputtered as water got in his nose and mouth.

She burst out laughing. “Maybe it’s you who should be careful. You never know what kind of crazy person will be in the tub.” She arched an eyebrow and smirked.

“Maybe you should get naked, too. Then we’ll both be in the same boat if that person sneaks in. And if not? I think we’ll find a way to take advantage of the situation.”

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