The Boy Next Door by Staci Parker Page A

you are in the water.”
    Nairobi looked at Mitch. She had never taken her clothes off in front of anyone except for her mother and she was afraid of what a man might do to her if he saw her without her clothes. She stood, staring at Mitch as he walked out of the room. When he closed the door behind him she signed with relief. She quickly removed her dress and let it fall to the floor. She had no underwear. She owned none. Slipping off her sandals she stepped into the hot water.
    She had never used a tub before, but she understood what Mitch wanted of her. It was the first time in her life that she had ever felt hot water and the strange white foam that was on top of the water tickled at her skin. She slid down into the tub and let the foam cover her body. Only a few seconds later Mitch walked back through the bathroom door and over to the tub. He had changed out of his suit and was wearing a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. He looked so much younger than he had when he was wearing a suit. Something warmed in Nairobi toward him.
    Mitch turned off the water and picked up a white washcloth with a bar of soap. He dipped both into the bath water and began rubbing them together. Nairobi watched as the bar and washcloth made bubbles. Mitch reached toward Nairobi with the washcloth in his hand.
    She pulled back away from him.
    The way she looked up at him from the tub reminded him of a scared animal that had been abused. He reached again and placed the washcloth on her back then began washing her, slowly, gently. Nairobi let her head fall forward, enjoying the way it felt to have Mitch washing her back. He washed her arms and neck, making sure that every part of her that he scrubbed was nice and clean. When he finished he handed her the washcloth.
    Nairobi looked at Mitch, unsure what he wanted her to do. “Wash the rest of your body,” he said softly. “I think it would be best if we waited a while before I did anything more. I am going to go get you one of my T-shirts to wear tonight. I ordered you an outfit that will be delivered in the morning. Then tomorrow we can go shopping.”
    Nairobi nodded, not really understanding what he was saying. She understood shopping, though, and that made her smile. She had heard from her mother how American women loved shopping and she had always wanted to understand why. She washed her body as Mitch left the bathroom. She washed her hair, carefully reading all of the bottles on the side of the tub looking for words her mother had taught her. She didn’t know many, and she was sure she did some of it wrong. It was just such a joy to be warm, and clean.
    As she raised up out of the bathtub her hair fell down her back and bubbles lay on her hair and body. Mitch walked into the door and looked at her smiling. She was smiling as well, enjoying the feel of the water and soaps on her skin. Mitch picked up a towel and opened it for Nairobi and without hesitation she stepped out of the tub.
    Bubbles slid down her body as she walked across the bathroom to him. He could just see her brown nipples under the bubbles on her breasts. He felt his cock begin to come to life. It had been a very long time since he had seen a naked woman’s body and he was enjoying every second of it.
    He wrapped Nairobi in the towel and grabbed another one to dry her hair with. He was gentle with her as he dried her hair, making sure that he did not pull at it. He made a mental note to take her to the salon the next day. When her hair was dry he dropped the towel to the floor and took the towel from around her body.
    Slowly he began drying her, starting at her neck and working his way down. Nairobi stretched her neck, inviting Mitch to be thorough. He noticed that she was no longer the shy girl that he had met in the airport and wondered what had changed.
    Nairobi felt as if her past life had completely washed away in the bath that she had taken. She had a new life ahead of her with a man who so far had treated her far better