Seven

Chapter 18

"We're gonna go shopping but first, I wanna use this fucking crazy bath!" Mesha grins and drags me further into the suite and in the direction of the running water.

"Holy shit." I murmur as we walk into the bathroom. It's huge and completely covered in marble. Even the huge bath tub is carved out of marble. And I mean it's huge. Mesha has taken the liberty to begin filling it for some time as it's now nearly full with a mountain of bubbles foaming at the top of the water. It smells very sweet in here and I assume she's put some kind of scent into the water.

Mesha skips over to the tub and shuts it off before turning to me with a smile.

"Care to join me for a soak and a splif?" She cheekily smiles and pulls out a joint from her robe.

"Oh my god Mesha we can't smoke that in here!" I gape at her.

"It's fine! Trust me!" She says and opens the small window in the bathroom.

"Oh wait!" Mesha says and runs out to the other room before coming back with two flutes of champagne in each hand.

"Here. This shits fucking yummy, it's the real good stuff." She brags and hands me a flute of golden bubbles.

"Thank you Mr Banker." I joke and Mesha giggles.

"Isn't this place insane!" She gushes and I nod in agreement.

"It's crazy nice!" I agree.

"Come." Mesha instructs and walks back over to the tub.

"Let us soak before our hectic night." She says with a posh accent and I laugh.

I've never bathed with someone else before. I've never really been naked in front of a female friend before Mesha either. I've changed in front of her a few times and she's done the same while trying on clothes at my apartment. Mesha is very confident in her body and image and she makes me feel safe to be naked around her, she makes me feel like it's not a big deal when it's something I'd usually get embarrassed about.

We strip off and get into the bath, it's a perfect temperature and I literally sigh at how good the water feels and the lovely floral scent the water has. The tub is literally so huge Mesha feels like she's sitting ages away from me as we take an end each. Our bodies don't touch at all due to the scale of the tub, it was definitely made for two or more people to enjoy at a time. We probably could fit in another person comfortably in here.

Mesha rests her glass of champagne on the edge of the tub and grabs the joint and a lighter, catching the end of it alight while singing along to the song still playing in the other room. She takes a toke on the joint before leaning forward to pass it to me.

I bring it to my lips and immediately recognise the paper is flavoured. It tastes sweet as I exhale and I lick at my lips to get a better taste of the sweet paper.