Well, that idea was almost better than going to bed. She filled the tub, pouring in some scented bubbles. It wasn’t the biggest of bath tubs, but she managed to sit between Max’s sturdy legs and squashed herself in. The water slopped out over the side a little, the bubbles popping and crushing around them. This was rather lovely. She lay back resting her head on his chest, and Max began to smooth the soapy bubbles over her breasts, washing her very sensuously, until a sigh escaped her lips. His hand then slid down temptingly between her thighs and she could feel him ready behind her; if she just shifted a little here … and there – oh yes! And she was gliding down on to him, the water warm around them. It was difficult to move much at all, but she could rock just enough. She felt his hands tighten round her waist, gripping as he could hold back no more, beautiful, hard thrusts within her. And then, a little later, she turned to face forward to kiss him, resting her forehead against his, and closed her eyes, to just hold the moment.

Max had another early start, told Em not to get up, to catch up on her sleep. He said he’d come back again on Sunday evening and see her around six. She vaguely remembered him kissing her forehead, then a short while later heard the noise of his jeep engine start and move away. She rolled back under the duvet for another hour.

When she got into the kitchen to check on last night’s truffles an hour or so later, they seemed to have been moved. Strange. She put the kitchen light on; they appeared to form letters, words in fact. Was she still in bed dreaming? She squinted. No, they’d definitely been rearranged. She focussed her sleepy eyes, read ‘I Love You’ made from whisky truffles. There was a handwritten note beside them saying ‘Don’t worry, I used the hygiene gloves!’ Max obviously not wanting to ruin all their hard work last night.

How sweet was that? Aw. She was left with a soppy grin on her face and took a photo on her iPhone to keep, as she’d soon have to box them for the hotel. Oh Max. Thank heavens she hadn’t let him slip through her fingers. He was sexy, and he was kind and loving too. She couldn’t wait to see him again on Sunday. But until then there was more work to do. Adam’s hotel order was yet to be completed.