”Would you like any assistance?”

As a bath maid, it was your job to assist anybody occupying a bathing room. It tended to be a chore rather than a career, in truth.

The voice that met yours was low and gravelly, accented with something Southern though not hostile in any form. “Sure, that’d be nice.”

The door pushed open at your hand’s command, revealing a handsome blonde man at ease in a mess of suds and steaming water. A subtle grin hung against his mouth, his gaze fixed on you.