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bath for company. Scarlett and her friends have gone out to one of Scarlett’s friend’s engagement party.  I lay in my bath, blowing the bubbles off my hands, the music is playing softly from my iPod. I lay back and relax; it’s so soothing, just me, the bubbles, and the music. My bliss is disrupted by my phone ringing playing DJ Fresh ft Rita Ora’s Hot Right Now as my ringtone. I dry my hand with a nearby hand towel and reach for my phone; I have to stretch, as it’s on the unit, out of waters way. I can’t reach, so I struggle to reach over and manage to reach my phone, wondering whose stupid ass idea was it put my phone out of reach. “Hello?” As I answer, my hand slips off the side of the bath and I hit the cold floor with a thud. Ouch, fuck that hurt.
    “Tally are you there? Tally, are you OK? For fuck sake, answer me Tally, please?”  That’s what I hear from my phone, which by some miracle is still in my hand. I put the phone to my ear, still on my bathroom floor butt naked and answer.
    “Hey , sorry. I had a bit of an accident, but I’m fine … I think.” Pulling myself into the sitting position and leaning against the bath, I pull a towel down onto my now hurting body.
    “Tally , I’m coming over. You may need to go to the ER. DON’T MOVE OK?” He sounded very adamant. I didn’t get time to answer, as he hung up before I could say anything. I struggle to my feet and make my way to my room. I remove my towel and check my body for any bruises. I have a lump on my head from it hitting the floor. My left shoulder is aching and my hip and wrist are hurting, but everything else seems fine. I go to my closet, throw a vest and bed shorts on, and start brushing my hair. I’m looking at myself in the mirror. Now that I think about it, who was that voice on the other end of that phone? I grab my phone and check caller ID, but it’s a number that I don’t know.  Do I call him back, or just wait? It must be someone I know because he called me Tally and has my number. After drying my hair, I sit on my bed rubbing my shoulder, when there is a sudden knock on my front door and the door opens. I hear footsteps, but I’m too dazed to go and take a look at who it is. I must know them. I hear the same urgent phone voice calling my name.
    “Tally! Tally where are you?” He shouts. He startles me , but I recognize the voice. It’s James Wilde.
    “I’m up here, come up .” I hear him run up the stairs and stride past my room, but comes back when he sees me sitting crossed legged on my bed.
    Why is he here? How did he get my number?
    Wilde enters my room and sits on my bed, so close that his knee is touching mine. “Are you okay? What the fuck happened? I phoned you, you answered, then I heard a massive bang. You went all quiet. Are you hurt anywhere?” His eyes scan my body for any signs of injury.
    “I’m fine. I was reaching for my phone and I slipped out of the bath.” I looked down at my wrist and gently rub. Suddenly, Wilde’s hand is pulling my wrist towards him. He starts smoothing my wrist, leaving trails of heat over my skin from his touch. “Does it hurt that bad? Do you think it’s broken?” I shake my head; it’s not broken, but sore from the fall. I snatch my wrist back and look at Wilde right in the eyes.
    “Why were you phoning me? How did you get my number?” James smiles. If he can make me feel like this just by looking at me, God help me if actually touches me the way I so want him to. Ok where did that come from?
    “Blame you r sister, she was at the same party as me. I saw you walk out of her store the other day, so I went over and quizzed her about you. Little did I know that you’re the baby sister of the owner of Scarlett Avenue. We got talking about you and I asked her for your number. She was more than willing to give it up to me, but she threatened me not to hurt you.” James smiles. “Plus, I wanted to apologize for what happened this afternoon.” What the hell