Page 47 of Forever Fighting
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ROMAN
“You know I’m not really a massage or spa kind of guy, right?” I say to Braelyn as she drags me along the stone path from our suite toward the spa.
“It’ll be good for you,” she explains. “We have an appointment with the sensei for a wellness consultation too.”
I give her my bestwhat the fuck does that meanlook. “Braelyn, I’m not sure I even have words for that.”
“It’s for our mind-body wellness. When the concierge called the room this morning and offered it to us, I jumped.”
I sigh. “They want us to post about it online or something. They likely saw the pictures from Vegas.”
She gasps and covers her mouth with her hand.
“Not the wedding picture. The picture from the soft opening. If anything, people think you’re my girlfriend, not my wife. I’m not a travel blogger. I’m a chef. One who doesn’t particularly like the limelight or people I don’t know.”
She snorts. “And yet you’re like one of the most famous chefs out there so…” She trails off with a shrug.
“Notby choice.”
“Bro, you just opened another restaurant in Vegas and are going to do the same here at this fancy resort.”
And three more in Europe, but who’s counting?
“Bro? Did you just bro me?”
She beams at me, and why is that look so fucking irresistible? I’m already melting at it, my resistance for a sensei and a wellness consultation pooling at my feet in a lame-ass puddle.
“I did. Come on. It might be just the thing to relax all those tense muscles. And think about your forehead. If you keep scowling and furrowing at everyone, the amount of Botox you’ll need will deplete your trust fund.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re very funny.”
I get a cheeky wink. “I have my moments. Come on. We get a couple’s massage and body scrub out of this.”
“Couples?”
“Yeah, that’s just what they offered me. They think we’re an item. Besides, they have a hydrotherapy room and a beachfront pool.” She pats the large tote bag on her shoulder. “I brought my swim stuff, and you’re already in trunks. It’s perfect.”
“Wehave a beachfront pool.”
“Are you always this much of a downer on vacation?”
My lips reluctantly twitch. “I can’t remember.”
“I want to be scrubbed and rubbed and come out like a shiny new coin on the other side.”
I open my mouth, only to immediately close it. That talk of getting scrubbed and rubbed suddenly has my stupid dick getting chub. Maybe it’ll be hot. A couple’s massage sounds like that, but it also sounds like torture.
“You’d better have a female masseuse,” I mutter, but of course, she doesn’t. We meet with the sensei, who asks us a million questions about our health routine and goals and blah, blah, fucking blah. Not my thing. Braelyn, ever the nurse, is loving it, so I play along.
After we’re done with him and he’s tailored our treatments to our health needs, we’re each brought to a gender-specific side of the spa and given robes to change into. I leave my briefs on, not knowing if I’m supposed to get fully naked, especially when I know Brae will be in the room with me. Then again, I’m now thinking about Braelyn getting fully naked, and once again, my stupid dick is acting like an eager-beaver high school kid.
Not an uncommon thing with me when it comes to her, but I had it better in check until we shared a bed last night. I woke up hard as a rock and have pretty much been in varying stages of that since this trip began.
“Señor Fritz,” the attendant calls. “This way, please.” I’m led down a hall that smells of rosemary and citrus into a treatment room. There are two beds about three feet apart, a large shower with a glass door, shiny green glass tiles, and multiple showerheads. I don’t understand the shower, but then again, I don’t exactly find myself in spas, well, ever. Instead, I focus on the two beds when Braelyn walks in wearing a similar robe to mine.
My throat dries. “Hi.”
