The Adam's Mark wasn't too far from Joe's. It was a shell colored building with a huge circular drive facing the roadway. She watched as Spike pulled around the circle and stopped at the valet desk. He said something to the attendant, handed him a couple of bills and walked over to her car.
She watched him, wondering if he was going to invite himself up. Then she felt the panic rise in her throat as she wondered if she'd be able to tell him no.
"Alright, Sunshine," he told her, squatting down beside her door. "I took care of your valet."
The top was down and the sun was making her glow. He couldn't stop himself from touching her one more time. He leaned in a kissed her quickly before standing again.
"Be ready at 6," he told her. "And I meant what I said about calling me from the tub. I'll be waiting."
He had told her he'd procured a room for her. He failed to mention was that he'd booked her a small jacuzzi suite. She kicked off her sandals and let out a soft moan when her feet hit the thick, soft cream-colored carpet. The room was ocean front with a private balcony.
Buffy opened the French doors leading to the balcony and walked out to stare at the rolling sea. Nothing like ocean air and sunshine to erase the real world.
She went back into the room and ran her hand along the edge of the jacuzzi. There was a bottle of bath bubbles and a stack of soft, white wash cloths on the back ledge. She turned on the water, squirted in a generous amount of honey-almond bath bubbles and began filling the deep tub. While the water ran, she unceremoniously stripped off her clothes and re-clipped her drooping hair. She looked over at her cell phone and smiling devilishly, brought it with her when she stepped into the tub. She sat it on the edge while she shut off the water and turned on the jets.
The phone was taunting her from its perch. Did he really expect her to call him from the tub? She grabbed the phone and decided that there was only one way to find out. She pulled up Spike's number and hit send.
"What are the chances that you're actually naked right now?" he answered, in lieu of a usual greeting when he read his caller I.D.
"Damn good," she replied, slipping further into the steamy bubbles. "Excellent, some might say."
"Why is it we do this so much better like this?"
"Like what?" she murmered, letting the heat completely relax her.
"With some sort of electronic device between us," he teased.
"Oh, I left all of my electronic devices at home, darlin'," she quipped, giving herself a mental head-slap as the words slithered out of her traitorous mouth.
Spike felt the heat rising between his thighs. What he wouldn't give to be in that tub with her now.
"Right. Who needs them when you've got a real, live boy ready to do your bidding any time, day or night," he offered, realizing just how much he meant it.
He'd do just about anything for her... and to her.
"That's always good to know," she replied huskily.
The silence at the other end stunned her. She was sure he'd have something x-rated to say.
"Spike?" she whispered, suddenly very self conscious.
"Yeah, Love," he whispered back.
"Didn't know if you were still there," she told him.
"Yeah," he told her. "Not going anywhere. Was just trying to get a clear picture in my head of what you look like right now. Bet you've got your hair all piled up on top of your head, yeah?"
"Yes," she answered so softly, she wasn't sure he heard it.
"And your cheeks are all pink and dewy from the steam," he continued, not really needing her to confirm or deny. The bubbles probably just cover you. If you moved up even a fraction of an inch..."
"Spike... I'll... I'll see you tonight."
She hung up the phone quickly, incredibly flustered. The rumble of his voice had gone due South along with her hand. She frowned and pulled it out from between her thighs. She didn't even remember putting it there. If she didn't watch it, she'd be doing more than just kissing Spike tonight.