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“It’s not time for that, Mr. Zidane. It’s a relaxation bath.” She pops open her
big brown eyes. “Breathe in the essential oils and relax.”
I pick up one of her little feet and study her toes. Ruby red.
“The quickest way for me to relax is to fuck you until you scream.”
I say it with the casualness of relaying the weather forecast before I nip at her

big toe. She jerks her foot out of my reach. Her eyes reduce to slits. She’s trying to
give me a stern look, but she looks constipated. I make my eyes big with mock
innocence. An “I’m just saying” hangs between us. Sanya rolls her eyes at me, but
the heat is there when our eyes connect again. Yup, I’m getting lucky soon.
“Behave, Henry.”
“So, I’m Henry today.”
Her expression coupled with her nod is her version of putting me in “time
out.” I struggle to hide my amusement. Sanya must have forgotten our first
weekend. Then, she couldn’t say my name correctly at all, and I still fucked her two
days straight. She’ll learn. Calling me Henri is a bonus, not a deal breaker.
Her phone chimes. She hits the Bluetooth in her ear.
“Hey, Ma.” Her smile illustrates her love for her mother. That love bounces
off her entire being, and I want to bask in its glow. “Taking a bath with Henri.”

“She’s boiling my baby batter, Momma Gail,” I snitch.
Her mom is too involved in Sanya’s life to not know about our upgraded
relationship. Upgraded to what? That’s the part that keeps nagging me. What the
hell are we? I don’t want to push the issue, but not defining what we are is killing
me softly. We are not roommates; she pays the bills. I’m just freeloader, an
interloper – okay, I’m being dramatic. My point is, it’s time for me to move. I’ve
been looking at places to live because I need to reestablish myself as a self-sufficient
man.
Sanya scrunches her face at me again. Oh, she’s constipated again. “Yes, the
water is hot…I’m not sabotaging his sperm.” She slides a wet hand over her face.
“Mom…yes, I’m still on birth control. Wouldn’t you want me to get married first?
No, I’m not trying to corner him.”
My chuckles disturb the water. It ripples in protest. A shower puff hits me in
the face then falls back into the water. My chuckles intensify. Most guys would
probably run knowing the mother of the woman he is fucking wants it to end in
fatherhood. Personally, I’m unfazed. I like all the practicing.