Sir picked up a pitcher beside the tub and pushed it under the water, filling it up. “Have you ever had your hair washed by a man before?” “No, but it’s always been a dream of mine.” “Lay your head back then,” he commanded gently. Brie felt warm, ticklish chills as the water cascaded over her hair and down her back. Sir took his time, using several pitchers to make sure her hair was thoroughly wet. He leaned over to give Brie a kiss before getting the shampoo. Her
