[i]"You Come"[/i]  He told her and she raised an eyebrow but she followed him into her tiny bathroom.  To say she was surprised by the events was an understatement, but she nodded her agreement.  He had a point, she could certainly use the relaxation.  "Sir yes sir"  She told him with another one of those grins that made her eyes light up. She gave his retreating back a sketchy salute before opening the cabinet to pull out a bag of epsom salt.  She punished her body quite often.  Lack of sleep, no decent nutrition, running at an almost punishing pace to make sure she had time to clock her 5k at least twice a week.  That took a toll.  She often used Epsom Salt to restore some of the magnesium she was missing.  

She poured the salt into the water before testing the temperature.  He managed to get it just right, darn near boiling.  Most men ran baths as a sweet gesture, but they made it too cold.  Someone had sent her a facebook Meme a few years back of what happens when you shower with your boyfriend.  His skin melts off while she says 'it's still a little chilly don't you think'  She stripped down and slid into the tub with a soft sigh.  She closed her eyes listening to the muted noises in the apartment.  

She lay in the tub and actually took the time to shave her legs, and give her hair a good conditioning it had been far too long since she had treated herself to something as relaxing as a nice hot bath.  She pulled the plug with her toes and stepped out.  She grabbed a towel and made a face.  If she was going to have a defacto room mate for who knows how long, it was way past time to invest in some decent towels.  The ones she was using still held faint images of cartoon characters from her childhood.  As amusing as she found the mental image of Serge wrapped in The Little Mermaid, she didn't think he would find it nearly as humorous.  

She dressed quickly but left the towel wrapped around her hair.  She figured she would actually put some effort into it today, but it needed time to dry before she started messing with it, all of her products required damp hair.  That would take at least an hour to achieve. She padded back out towards the living room, but took a moment to pause in the doorway to admire the view.  

"If you cook too I may never let you leave."  The remnants she had thrown in the trash before her earlier melt down spoke of a diet that consisted of little more than fast, cheap take out.  Sure she knew how to cook, but she kept herself so busy she never really found the time.