Page 44 of Dark Bonds

“Not a chance. I didn’t invite you expecting anything but good company.”

“I still can’t believe how lucky you are to have clients who give you gifts like this.”

“Trust me, this is not the norm. I don’t know about you but I’m exhausted.”

“I’m pretty tired too. Why don’t we turn in for the night? Breakfast will be here at about 11:00 a.m. I have to say, breakfast in bed is going to be a nice treat.”

“It sure is. I’m definitely getting spoiled this weekend,” I said, heading to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

Five minutes later, we were both washed and changed for bed. I wasn’t entirely surprised about how skimpy Sasha’s outfit was. She wore the tiniest pair of silky shorts I’d ever seen and an equally tiny camisole. I climbed into bed and couldn’t help but admire her svelte figure. I was far too tired to start anything tonight, but hopefully, I’d have more energy tomorrow. She got into bed and threw her arm over my waist.

“I would so fuck you if I wasn’t so damned tired,” she said, stifling a yawn.

“Mmhmm.”

It seemed like in the next breath I’d fallen into a deep sleep, eager for the next day.

LEAH

? ?? Oh, do you know what you got into… ???

Having slept in a little later than anticipated, we woke to knocking on our door to announce breakfast. Sasha looked half dead still, so I somehow found my way out of bed and to the door. The porter rolled in the cart, laden with food, and looked expectantly at me.

“Please go ahead and put it on the table. Thank you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I cringed at the use of ma’am, not feeling remotely old enough to warrant the name. I thanked and tipped him, pouring a couple of cups of the special spa blend coffee. I popped into the bathroom and was surprised to find she was still in bed when I came out.

“Sasha, if you don’t get your ass out of bed, I’m going to eat your breakfast and drink your coffee.”

“Touch my coffee and die,” she threatened flatly.

I laughed and sat at the table, taking the dome cover off my plate. I moaned at the aroma and it looked mouth-wateringly good. Sasha and I had chosen the same meal and, regardless of how hearty the servings were, I would eat hers if it tasted as good as it looked. After the first mouthful of the eggs benedict on an English muffin, I moaned long and loud.

“Fuck me. If it tastes anywhere near as good as those sounds you’re making, it’s worth getting out of bed for.”

I laughed as she practically slid out of bed and dragged her way over to me. She joined me at the table and, the same as I had, moaned when she took the dome off. By that point, I had tried the rest of the items on the plate. The sausage and sautéed spinach were delicious, but the home fries were epic. Unlike what you’d find in the average diner, these were well-seasoned and beautifully fried. There wasn’t one thing on the plate that I didn’t enjoy.

“Clearly, you liked it as much as I did,” I laughed. “You finished before me!”

“I was hungry,” she shrugged.

We opted to go back to the pool until it was time for our first spa treatment. We were both looking forward to the deep tissue massages. An hour and twenty minutes of sheer pleasure was definitely warranted. The fact our masseurs were hot as fuck was just a bonus. We had a little snack just to tide us over until dinner and then went for our anti-stress seaweed wrap followed by an anti-stress oil blend bath. I had to admit that I questioned the idea of being wrapped in seaweed.

“This better not be slimy,” I grumbled.

“I know, right? Why the hell did we pick this one?”

“I think the anti-stress part called to us.”

“I take it you two have never had this done.”

We looked over at the aestheticians who had walked in, both grinning.

“Guilty,” Sasha and I admitted.

“I’m Crissy and this is Sandra, and we’ll be applying your wraps today. The seaweed is a paste, kind of like a mud mask, so no worries about it being slimy or sliding off.”

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