Page 9 of Frayed Owner

Yes. Please.

Winter Green was a very,veryhandsome man. Six-six and built like that frame should be. Maybe even a bit bigger just for the enjoyment of everyone but not over the top and definitely natural. He was a man who lifted and took care of himself but also knew life was tough and had done hard labor for those muscles.

Plus, he was the outdoorsy type who took vacations and day trips with his polar bear familiar.

He’d lost a bet and had grayish-blue hair when we met that was now faded, but I’d talked him into recoloring it the same way. That sounded ridiculous, but I wasnotthe only woman on campus who agreed it worked for him. With his ice-blue eyes… Yeah, him recoloring it would make a lot of people happy.

“Trunks under the jeans like I asked for?” I checked.

“Yes, ma’am,” he chuckled. “I’m stripping down to them upstairs?”

“You’ll see,” I sang and ran up the stairs. I chuckled as he gave chase. I smiled when he snuck a kiss and then I let him inside the master suite before the bathroom to show him what I had set up. “We’re having a spa night. Strip down to the trunks.”

Several emotions raced over his face at once, but then he seemed to shrug. “That’s a cool date. I’m digging it.”

I hoped he might.

He was really into it when I took off my clothes and showed I had a bikini on underneath. “I have had fantasies like this.”

“Goof,” I chuckled. “How hot do you like your soaks?”

“I’m a fragile one so not too hot,” he joked, messing with the controls when I showed him how. He smiled when I had an array of bath bombs for him to choose from and smell. “You are too much, Bev. I love this.”

I shrugged. “Everyone needs a good spa/self-care night and you’ve been really pushing to help me. I appreciate it. It’s not just the guy who should do sweet stuff and put in effort. Even I know that.” That got me another kiss, and I was glad he saw the gesture for what it was.

He picked and chuckled when it made the water all pretty. Then he hopped in and dunked under when I told him to. I had sparkling water for him and got him settled on the pillow. Then I put cucumbers over his eyes.

I frowned when I turned to get the scalp scrub that I loved and heard a crunch. “Did you just eat the cucumber?”

“A bath needs snacks,” he mumbled… Before crunching again.

I died. Seriously, I laughed so hard I almost slipped on the towel I had down for my knees. I ended up giving him the bowl of cucumbers I’d cut forusto use and let him eat them.

Life was better with Winter in it. For real.

“Oh fuck, this is—I will do whatever you want for this treatment,” he groaned after I started the massage with the rosemary scalp exfoliator with salt and spa goodness. “Shit, no wonder women love the spa.”

“Yeah, this is the good stuff,” I chuckled. “You can only do it once a week, and it’s hard to do on yourself, but I thought it would be amazing for someone else to apply it and handle.”

“You were right. You’re a smart one,” he mumbled with a sigh. “I’ll do it for you if you teach me how. It can be our spoiling secret.”

I didn’t say anything but sort of mentally nodded. I got it. He wanted it to be our thing when he would have to share me. I thought that was fair? But it also seemed rude because then others couldn’t do it with me?

I really didn’t know the answer most days on what was right.

While that was tingling his scalp, I put a face mask on him which made him chuckle. Then I opened the jar of body scrub that would make his skin glow since it had all of the good stuff and even a bit of magic. Jasmine had hooked me up with this one saying it was her favorite even if it was a bit pricey for her.

Probably not anymore with what we were paying her as our in-house counsel. But I knew what she meant.

I put some on my hands and started rubbing his shoulders, chuckling when he groaned deeply.

He angled his neck so our faces were a breath apart which normally would be seductive, but it was silly with the face mask on. “We’re going to do this fully nakie someday soon, right?”

I thought about that as I kept focused on my task. “No, I kinda like that we’re keeping this PG. We deserve this spa time and to not get distracted. We can have enough other things and reasons for that. Spa time is swimsuits and PG.”

“Unless on Valentine’s Day. Then I’m jumping your sexy ass,” he grumbled. “Or my birthday.”

I lost it. I laughed, and when I calmed down, agreed that yes, he could jump me on the spa day for his birthday. That seemed more than fair.

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