When Andrew was cleaning the snow in front of the house, he ended up digging up the hot tub that was covered in snow. Cathy remained indoors while he cleaned and filled it, cooling a few bottles of Dom Pérignon. She stripped off all of her clothes and put on a bathrobe, instantly remembering when she went to the bathroom to undress before Andrew's art sessions in his penthouse - and for some reason, that memory made her feel so anxious and excited as she used to be back then. She picked up the bottles and went to Andrew, but this time, instead of concentrated behind his easel, he was naked in the tub. She didn't take long to join him.
- I had forgotten that this bathtub existed. - He said, taking one of the champagne glasses for himself.
- How insanely rich does a man have to be in order
