Just when I thought Calais would offer to share the bath with me, he went out to check the food preparation. When he returned, I was already drying myself up and checking out the dresses.
He is still in the bath when the food arrives. Hot soup and some freshly baked bread fills the room. I start eating while noting the way the female servants glance at Calais as he pours some liquid soap into his hands and begins scrubbing himself clean.
I even notice the way they sneak glances at him as the water cascades down his muscular chest and arms, accentuating every ripple and curve of his body. I can see why they can't keep their eyes off him, because I was the same before. One servant even got so enamored that another servant elbowed her to continue with fixing the clothes in the small wardrobe.
