This little lady in front of him aroused him so much that he wasn't satisfied after two rounds; he wanted to touch her again… and maybe he would.
He took slow, deliberate steps towards her, and though she tried to maintain a brave front, she still took a few steps back. Rhett's dark green eyes stayed fixed on her body, and his lips curved into a smirk.
"You better get your sweet ass in the tub, Princess," she could hear the underlying warning in his voice.
'Sweet ass,' 'Princess.' She scoffed, thinking this man must be more than this. How dare he call her a princess? She was no princess.
"I've told you that I'm not getting in that bathtub… ahh." She yelled and quickly linked her hands around his neck for support.
Her wide eyes stared at him in shock and surprise. She wondered how he got here so fast. She didn't even hear his footsteps as he walked.
"What? Don't tell me you're surprised, princess?" He asked teasingly.