Chapter Eighty Two

Sienna

His shirt sleeves were rolled up and a couple of the buttons were undone, exposing his muscled chest and the marks I left behind from our lovemaking. He raised a brow and crossed his arms. I chuckled and said goodbye to Cara.

Then I looked up at him. "Yes?" I asked, batting my eyelashes.

"Would you like some help getting out? My parents will be here soon," he said in that finely rugged voice of his.

I sat up and got out of the tub. "I really hope you don't treat me any different, Eric," I said as I wrapped a towel around myself, smothering the few bubbles that remained on my skin.

"I won't," he assured.

My feet pattered against the floor as I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Do we have time?" I whispered. I wanted to rip his shirt off right now.

"No. Later," he said, chuckling deeply as he planted a delicate kiss on my forehead.

I smiled as I agreed to his suggestion. I let him take care of me. He was the only one who saw through me completely. I picked out a dress and got