Page 45 of You Were Never Not Mine

Elise rushes forward and opens the door for me and I walk inside, not daring to look at the various women who are waiting in the lobby. I approach the sleek white desk and sign my name on the check-in form.

“Do you take walk-ins?” Elise asks the woman sitting behind the desk. She looks about our age and has the most perfect eyebrows I’ve ever seen.

“Sometimes. Depends on the schedule. What do you want done?”

“I’d love a Brazilian. Every hair down there, gone.” Elise makes a whistling noise as emphasis, waving her hand toward her crotch and my face heats with embarrassment.

The receptionist doesn’t bat an eyelash at Elise’s response. “Have you had one before?”

“Yes.”

“Then it probably shouldn’t take too long.” The woman smiles at Elise, her gaze shifting to me. “Did you two come here together?”

“I’m her emotional support.” Elise leans over the desk and whispers loudly, “She’s never done this before.”

My face is now on fire. I jab her in the ribs. “Shut up.”

“Oh, you’ll be fine. We just need you to fill out this paperwork first before you go in.” The woman hands me a clipboard and I take it from her with a murmured thank you.

The woman hands Elise a clipboard as well and we settle into the pale pink chairs, sitting next to each other. I start filling out the form, my embarrassment slowly dissipating. Maybe Elise is trying to make me feel better. Trying to get me to relax. This isn’t a big deal. Women get waxed all the time. Theestheticians who work here have probably seen hundreds of vaginas. Maybe even thousands if they’ve been at this place for a while.

Once we finish filling out the information form, we’re told we have to wait.

“Want me to go back there with you if they let me?” Elise asks.

I hurriedly shake my head. “It’s not necessary.”

“Come on. Look at you.” She waves a hand at me. “You can’t stop bouncing your leg.”

I immediately stop. It’s something I do when I get nervous. “I’m fine.”

“It’s not like I’ll be staring at you down there anyway.” Elise laughs and I turn away from her. “Oh come on, Sinclair. Don’t be such a prude.”

“Fine, you can come into the room with me.” I cross my arms, feeling stupid. She’s right. I don’t need to act like such a prude. Again, this is no big deal.

So why the hell do I feel so nervous?

My knee starts bouncing again but thankfully, Elise doesn’t seem to notice.

Ten minutes later and we’re being led into a private room. There’s a bed/cot-looking thing in the center of the room with a folded robe sitting on top of it.

“Change into the robe, please. Make sure you’re not wearing any panties.” The woman smiles and leaves the room, pulling the door shut behind her.

“Did you ask for a full Brazilian?” Elise sounds shocked.

I nod. “May as well get rid of all of it.”

“Well, that’s not all of it.” Elise taps her finger against her pursed lips as she watches me start to take off my shorts. “What about the hair on your butt?”

I pause, lifting my head to meet her gaze. “My butt?”

“Oh yes. We’re furry down there too. Want me to check?”She bursts out laughing at what I know is a horrified expression on my face. “I’m kidding! But you might want to add the butt wax to your services.”

Good lord, this is growing more complicated by the minute.

When I’m in the robe—still wearing my T-shirt and bra thank you very much—I’m sitting on the edge of the table when there’s a knock on the door. A dark-haired woman in black scrubs enters the room seconds later, a pleasant smile on her face.

“Hi, Sinclair. Such a pretty name.” Her smile grows when her gaze lands on me.

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