"Hi Medusa." He greeted as he leaned against the edge of the white tub.

"You are not joining me in here." I told him sternly as I interpreted his eyes flicking over the bathtub as him measuring the thing against his size.

"Why not?" He grumbled in his rough voice.

"You are too big." I stated the obvious "You will break it."

He shook his head unhappily before he spoke again "You know when I imagined you in a bath, I always seen you with a book in hand."

"Have you been thinking about me naked?" I teased him before explaining "I would love to read in the bath, but I always have a fear that I will get my book wet. I might need to invest in some audiobooks."

Stone stayed quiet and then he abruptly stood up. He walked out of the room before I could even ask him where he was going.

His hands held a book as he came back through to the bathroom minutes later. It was only when he sat down that I noticed that it was one of my books.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I swirled around in the bubbles

While opening the book and looking for my bookmark, he answered "I will read to you."

"I think I wrote a theory along the lines of when a guy sees a girl in the bath and sticks around then he must really like her." I mentioned as I watched him intently.

"You did." He chuckled, peering up from the book.

Crossing my arms and kicking a big pile of bubbles with my foot so it hit his chest, I tried to sneer at him "Did you read every post on my stupid blog?"

"Yes."

"Once I have figured out my password, I am deleting all of them." I mumbled to myself.

"I have got photos."

Setting my hands on the edge of the tub and leaning my chin on them so I was closer, I laughed loudly "The only reason I am not splashing you right now is because you are holding my book."

He started to read the book. He read and read, and he did not stop. Occasionally he would steal a few glances at me while reading aloud my favourite lines from the book.

I did not think I would ever be able to read a book by myself again. Or any other book. His deep masculine voice added a whole new feeling to what I had for the book. It was mind-blowingly sensual.

Stone continued to read until the water turned lukewarm. I never took my eyes off him once.

That was due to three reasons. One because he brought a whole new meaning to the word drop-dead gorgeous. In a dark ethereal way. Two, his voice sent a ripple of goosebumps through my body, and I swore the water surrounding me heated up. Reason three was that I loved him.