He removing his coat and shirt slowly in front of me.
My throat went dry with his action, “wh…what are you doing?”
“I am sure that you don’t take a bath wearing all your clothes, well, so do I. Come, help me bathe,” he said sarcastically and entered his bathing room where a wooden bathtub was present.
“You need to fill this bathtub with warm water every morning before I wake up and you need to help me while I bathe,” he instructed before starting to remove his trousers. I quickly swirled around, looking away. Doesn’t this person have any shame?
“Help you while you bathe? What do you mean?” I requested clarification.
“Well, you need to scrub my body, give me my towel when I am done, and prepare my clothes to wear after my bath,” he explained. Oh, great. Now I had to do this too?
“Are you done?” I called out, my back still facing him.
“Yes, I am waiting,” he replied and I turned to face him. I didn’t know that he was so close to me and when I swirled around, I bumped straight into his chest and was about to fall.
“Aaaah!” I screamed.