"Oh my goodness, I grunt as Jack lifts me right clean up off the ground and drapes me over his shoulder. It's not the most comfortable thing, but I at least have abs to engage for padding and I laugh as I give his butt a nice little swat.

"Wouldn't say this is relaxing," I tell him, but I'm mostly teasing, and I'm honestly curious to see what he's got in mind.

He carries me into the other room, managing to not smash my head against the door frame in the process and even reaching up to steady me as he starts the water. From upside down, I can see the little basket of goodies by the tub, lotions and oils and bath bombs. Wow, this place has everything.

"Jack Laurent Zimmermann, if you so much as think about throwing me into the tub with my clothes on, I swear I'll tan your little Canadian behind," I warn him, giving his side a lightly little punch.