Chapter 307: Strange New Products
Chapter 307: Strange New Products
Pierre Bronsnic's POV:
"You know you did not have to do that for me," the lovely Miss Celia said as she looked up at me, reaching out for me to take the one bottle that she had taken from my hand.
"Do you not remember the contract that you signed?" I asked her as I placed both my hands down beside my waist. "Do we need to go over it yet again? You do realize that if I have to go over it again, there will be a punishment."
She placed her hands together, cupping them slightly as she tucked her hands up to the side of her chin.
"Oh, please, Master Pierre, you do not do something like that," she said in a playful, sarcastic manner. "I do not know what I would do with myself if you did something like that."
"We might just have to find out now, won't we?" I asked as I continued closing the distance between us. "First, we need to wash her hair," I said as I walked over and set the two bottles down beside the edge of the tub. "Oh, that reminds me."
Without saying anything, I stood up and took several steps away from her, then immediately spun on my heels, turned around, and pointed at her sternly. I also cut my eyes at her to ensure she would not move from the position where I had told her to stay.
Just because I came back to set something down did not give her permission to move from her previously confirmed position. She nodded at me and then in signified plus a crossed her chest with her finger, as if drawing an imaginary " X ", as if stating that she would not move.
I walked back to the cabinet and reached under the sink again. Beside where the bag had been set was a specialized hairbrush for her. Her hair seemed to be rather thick, so I made sure to spare no expense in getting one that didn't have prongs on the end of each spine on the brush. I wanted it to glide right through her hair, not get caught at the end of the prong.
"I almost forgot this," I said as I stood up and turned around to face her once more.
She fully understood the shampoo and conditioner I had brought with me, but the look on her face showed real confusion as I showed her the bristles on the specialized brush I was carrying this time.
This particular brush was all plastic, with a special silicone bristle that moved with ease as it slid from the tip to the end. It was made to slide right through the various tangles that one would get in their hair, especially when it was at the length of hers.
"May I see that?" She asked politely.
"This belongs to you after all," I said, reaching out once I reached the edge of the bathtub.
Knowing my pants were already decently wet, including my soaking wet socks in my dress shoes. I took a seat there on the edge of the tub.
Her eyes went wide whenever she saw the gentle splashes reach up and hit the lower side of my leg. She slowly cut her eyes up at me before she raised her chin to match the direction of her gaze. My one arm was crossed lightly over my lap as my opposite hand held onto my wrists so that it would not fall into the water.
"Is something wrong?" I asked her knowing full well what she was concerned about at that precise moment.
"Master Pierre..." She said as she stopped speaking and then looked back down at the underside of my leg as she tried to move hers, which ended up causing the water splash even more.
She even winced her face whenever I was splashed with the decently warm water.
"It didn't hurt, if that's what you're concerned about," I said, knowing full well that she was more or less concerned with my pants becoming completely soaked.
They were already decently soaked at this point, so how was a little bit more water going to hurt?
"I'm not at all concerned with the fact that I'm being splashed by the water," I told her in that instance. "This is precisely why there are several drain points all over the floor."
"Yes, but I feel as if I'm just making a big mess," she said as she looked up at me.
"The mess as it even began to start," I told her in that moment. She looked at me in confusion, and I just closed my eyes as I lightly shook my head from side to side. "Don't worry about it right now. I will show you when the time comes."
She looked down into the water as she fiddled her fingers in her lap and nodded her head in response.
"Now let's see about getting your hair washed, shall we?" I asked her as I stood and walked over to the edge where I had been standing.
I leaned down and grabbed the first bottle that I was going to use to be able to wash her hair. She still held the brush in one hand as she played with it the water.
I poured a decent amount into the palm of my hand as I set the bottle back down onto the floor. I resorted to rubbing my hands together as I lathered them a bit before I spoke next.
"Can you lean back a bit so that your hair can get completely soaked?"
"I will certainly try," she said, as she tried to lean back into the water.
I used one of my hands and began to rub it along the edge of my palm, trying to get as much of the shampoo on the one hand and off the other as possible. It's a good thing I did what I did when I did it, because at that very moment she slipped into the water, and I immediately reached in, grabbing her arm and pulling her back up.
"But you could do it on your own, did you?" I asked her as I ensured her hair was now decently soaked, and she began to wipe her face.
When she slipped on the water, she accidentally dropped the brush. It was no big deal. It's not like it was lost or anything. I didn't need it until it was time to condition her hair anyway.
I managed to get her hair lathered and rinsed all in a decent amount of time. Now it was time for the conditioner.
I managed to do the exact same thing with the conditioner, only after I had it completely and coursed through her entire hair that I reached my hand around, hovering it directly over her shoulder.
She turned to the side to look at me, whatever she asked, "yes?"
"I need the brush," I said as she turned back to look at me.
"Oh, that's right," she said as she began to look into the water.
By this point, it was clouded, which was understandable.