Page 161 of Calamity Rayne Gets Hitched

He chuckled. “This is the first I’ve heard you complain. Would you rather I had a smaller one?”

“I’d rather you not expose my toys without my permission. Look, I bet that shell decoration on that shelf has a camera pointed at you right now.”

“It’s a spa. They’re used to seeing the human body in its natural form. Do you know how many naked asses have probably sat on this sofa?”

“Then I’m glad I opted for underwear,” I mumbled.

There was a soft knock on the door. “Welcome, Mr. & Mrs. Davenport. I’m Arina,” the woman wore a white lab coat to finish off her sterile appearance. “Your masseurs are waiting this way. Follow me please.”

“Mrs. Davenport?” I raised a brow, glancing over my shoulder at Hale.

He cupped my ass. “Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

I swatted his hand away. “I do.”

As we walked after Arina, he tugged the belt of my robe loose and I caught the lapels just in time.

He laughed and I hissed, “Stop it.” Glancing back at the bulge in his robe, I rolled my eyes. “I hope they make you lay on your stomach first.”

“I hope to fuck you in the sauna when we’re done.” He pinched my ass and I squeaked, jogging after Arina.

The massage was more enjoyable than I expected. The champagne had relaxed me and being that it was ninety-minutes I had plenty of time to adjust. I’d say the last ten minutes were my favorite part. By then they were mostly working on my scalp, which I could handle.

Afterwards, Hale and I took a steam, which felt like a self-induced asthma attack. I left before the timer went off and before Hale could fulfill his fantasy of a hot-coal-fuck. He stayed to enjoy the heat a while longer while I took a cold shower.

By the time we returned to the penthouse we needed to get ready for dinner. Hale’s college friend, Noah, and his wife Avery, were joining us. This would be the first time I met them. It really bothered me that Elle wasn’t there yet. The rest of the wedding party had called at some point during the day to check in. But not the maid of honor.

Tonight’s dinner wasn’t an official part of the wedding, but it felt special, like a moment with the people who mattered most. Remington should have also checked in by now.

“Why are you frowning?”

“Huh?” My gaze met Hale’s reflection in the mirror. “Am I?”

“Yes. What’s wrong?”

“I was just thinking it’s a shame your dad’s not here yet?”

“Why? Your dad’s not here yet either.”

I blanched and dropped my gaze. That was true. My dad wouldn’t be there for any of it.

“Rayne, what’s going on with you?”

“N-nothing.” I reached for my jewelry but clumsily knocked over my water bottle.

“Hey.” He caught my hand. “Stop. Talk to me.”

“Not now.” I was out of shields and we were out of time. I couldn’t risk spoiling my makeup with tears.

Crouching before me, he looked into my eyes and frowned. Whatever he wanted to say to me, he seemed to let it go for the sake of my sanity. Kissing the top of my head, he looked into the mirror once more. This time, when he smiled, it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll get your coat.”

The comment about my dad’s imminent arrival made me believe he didn’t suspect anything. I wanted to ask if he knew about the charges on the credit card bill, but that would open the door to more questions.

I received a text from Miles on the drive to the restaurant, alerting me that the big guy had landed.

“What’s got you smiling?” Hale whispered in my ear.

“Your dad arrived.”

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