Next on the schedule was a royal pain in my ass. And when I said royal, I meant it. Boston was home to a bunch of Middle Eastern oil princesses. Some actually lived in the same building as Luke. Most of the princesses were pleasant, but Dalia was not.
She was spoiled rotten and hated any suggestion I made. Typically, Addison took care of her, but I filled in today since I needed her to finish my dress. While Dalia was in a dressing room at Barneys, I texted Addison and asked if she was always a pain in the ass. Her reply? YES in all caps. After three painful hours, we parted ways. She had lots of bags of clothes that I would have never chosen, but she seemed happy. My guess was she wanted someone to shop with and tell her she looked great in everything. Fine by me, I still got paid.
Since I was only a few blocks from The Rub Down, I headed to Newbury Street to grab a power smoothie before my appointment. A large crowd was gathered for the anniversary of the bombing ceremony. Bowing my head, I said another prayer for all the survivors and the victims’ families.
*****
Luke
Despite my heavy client load, the day went by slowly. To say I counted the hours until Alexa’s appointment would be an understatement. I counted the minutes. Danny’s clients were just as irate he was gone as mine were when I left town. We needed another solution. We needed to send someone else down to Philadelphia to check on the progress.
When I saw Alexa sitting in the Zen room, all my stress and tiredness washed away. If only I could touch her freely. My body ached for her.
“Alexa, I’m ready for you. Come with me,” I called out in the busy waiting area.
“Hey, Luke. Let’s do this.”
Her own yearning for me filled her eyes. Only two more appointments, and then she was mine. She followed me to my room, but that saucy girl’s stare burned holes into the ass of my pants. I glanced over my shoulder, giving her a look of pure lust.
“Stop it, Alexa,” I whispered as I waited for her to enter the treatment room.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” she said, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, as a coy look danced on her face.
As I closed the door behind us, I grabbed her in a toe-curling kiss. My tongue stroked the seam of her mouth, demanding entrance. She tasted great, and I could have spent the entire hour of her massage loving on her.
She finally broke our lips apart, eyes hooded and panting. “Look who’s talking, buddy. None of that here. Your rules.” She sat on the table with her legs crossed, tempting me even further when the robe split to expose her long, luxurious legs.
“I have a surprise for you today. Elle is joining us to give you a facial while I work on your front.”
Having Elle in the room with us was a great way to keep the appointment clean and professional. Plus, I wanted to pamper Alexa, and Elle was a gifted esthetician. After a few rough years, she finished a business degree at the University of New Hampshire, but as the spa grew, she decided to go to esthetician school. She graduated at the top of her class.
“Seriously? I’ve never had a facial before. How exciting. Thank you, that’s really sweet of you.” Her head tilted to the side and she narrowed her eyes. “And a safe move. Don’t trust yourself with me, tiger?”
“Honestly, no. I’m Superman, but you’re my Kryptonite. I’ll step out and grab Elle, and we’ll be in when you’re ready.” I gave her a quick peck on the top of her head and walked out.
Elle waited right outside my treatment room. “Hey, sis. Alexa’s getting under the covers. You ready for this?”
“You mean, am I ready to babysit your horny ass?”
“Elle, what the fuck. Keep it down. Come on,” I whisper yelled.
“I’m just kidding, big brother. I know you need to keep this on the DL. Relax.”
“I’ll relax when you start using your spa voice, not your outside voice.” I was serious. Alexa and I had two more treatments to suffer through, and then we were in the clear. I didn’t need anyone putting pieces together. It wasn’t as if what we were doing was illegal, or even against moral code, but the spa was my baby, and the last thing I wanted was to jeopardize it.
“She’s probably ready. Are you, big brother?” Elle said sweetly, knowing she’d upset me.
I knocked on the door and opened it after hearing Alexa say to come in.
“Hey, Alexa, how are you?” Elle greeted.
“I’m good, Elle. I’m excited to get a facial, since I’ve never had one.”
“Nice. I’m doing a non-abrasive treatment since you have the big gala on Saturday. We don’t want you to be all broken out or red faced for the big night.” Elle explained everything to Alexa since it was her first time.
While Elle was chatting, I got my oils ready.
“Lex, since Elle is here, obviously I’m going to just work your legs and arms. Elle will massage your neck and upper shoulders during your facial. Do you think that will be enough for today, or does your lower back need attention?”
Dear God, please say no. I just can’t.
“No, it feels okay today.” She laid her head down on the table.
“Okay, let’s do this. What music do you want today?”
“Dave Matthews?”
She really was my dream woman. I loved his music. He was my go-to when I needed to chill out and think.
The rest of the appointment went smooth. The sexual tension that usually crackled between Alexa and myself was there with every stroke. That fact wouldn’t have changed if the Pope was in the room with us. Elle, however, provided a great distraction. She and Alexa talked about fashion, celebrity gossip, and other girly stuff while I massaged the best pair of legs I’d ever seen. But I was becoming partial to them.
When the hour was over, Alexa’s face glowed, and sadly, it wasn’t because of me, but I was thrilled to see her gorgeous smile anyway.
“Thank you, Elle, for the facial. That was amazing. My face feels great. My skin is so soft.” Alexa rubbed her hands over her cheeks.
“Anytime. You have beautiful skin. I hope you’ll still come in after the marathon. I know you won’t be seeing this jerk, but I’d love to still treat you. I don’t have a rule against dating clients.” Elle winked at Alexa and walked out.
“How did that feel, babe?”
Alexa was still naked, a fact that wasn’t lost on me.
“It was great. Thank you for thinking of it. It was nice to get to know her better, but more importantly, I was distracted from wanting to jump your bones.”
“Yes, it helped me, too. Okay, I’ll leave. Take your time and come out when you are ready. Then I’ll meet you at your place in a little while.” I had nowhere near my fill of her for the day, and was dying to kiss her with wild abandon.
Chapter Twenty
Alexa
After my amazing massage and facial, I headed to the locker room, and changed out of my decadent robe into my street clothes. I wished Luke and I were able to leave the spa hand in hand. We weren’t exactly sneaking around, since the important people knew we were together, but I still hated hiding.
I hurried home to shower and clean my place before Luke left work. It was the first time we would hang out at my place. Ours was nice, but we could be slobs if we were both running all over the place with clients like this week and last. Addison also went all crazy artist on me when she designed.
“Addie! Addie!” I breezed through the door.
“Girl, you have got to stop running in here like your panties are on fire. It’s getting old. What’s got you in a tizzy this time?”
“Luke will be here in about an hour to hang out, and I don’t want him to see the dress. I want it to be a surprise. Can we move you into your room for a little bit?” I pleaded.