Page 28 of 14 Night Tryst

“Welcome to the Four Seasons’ Wellness Spa.”

“Hi, uhm, I’ve been told to come down here by my…” I freeze and suddenly my mind goes completely blank. I can’t think of what to address him as. He’s not my boyfriend, I can’t say lover. “Boss.” I blurt out in a panic.

The petite Asian lady in the grey tunic gives a bemused look. “Okay, name please?”

“Savannah West.”

“Ah, yes. Mr. Peirce’s guest. Follow me, please. I’m Ama.” She smiles warmly, hands me a glass of champagne with neatly folded red and white cloth and gestures for me to follow her through the archway that leads further into the spa.

“Hi Ama, thank you.” I eye the cloth warily as I follow her. Why has she handed me a cloth? Should I be getting a towel or…

“Mr. Peirce has arranged the deluxe pamper package for you,” she explains leading me through a tunnel with various doors. “First, you will start with the hammam.”

The ham—what. “I’m sorry, thewhatnow?”

“Hammam, it’s a traditional Turkish bath. Do not worry, it’s a wonderful experience that will leave you so relaxed you’ll feel like you’re floating. You simply relax and our bath attendants will wash and exfoliate any impurities and dead skin off your body, then it will be followed by a foam massage and finished with a honey and oat body mask.”

Oh, well shut me up because that sounds delightful.

I take a long sip of the champagne as we enter into a large steamy room made completely of white and grey marble. My eyes scan the scan the space. Four gold basins are situated around the room, two of which are running water. And in the center of the room sits a hexagon-shaped marble slab which is heated and apparently calledgobektasi. Rays of light filter into the room from a high central dome, illuminating the steam and forming this otherworldly feeling.

“Miss, if you could please remove your bikini and wrap the cloth around your body like you would a towel. The girls will then scrub you down.”

“Like completely naked?” I question, looking around the room. What if someone walks in? There are no doors! Anyone can just see me butt naked.

Oh, my, God!

“You can keep your bottoms on if you’re more comfortable, but to get the full experience we do recommend that you strip down and keep the cloth on. Do not fret, this part of the spa is usually segregated to women only. However, Mr. Peirce has requested we close off the spa so it’s exclusively for your use only today.”

My mouth drops open and I gape at her wide-eyed. Logan had themclosethe entire hotel spa just forme.

Stop.

Is this man for real?

This is too much.

When he said well-rested, I assumed he arranged a massage or a facial for me, but this, this is a bit extreme.

It’s the sweetest most romantic gesture anyone haseverdone for me, which doesn’t help these stupid feelings I’m trying so hard to fight off. I quickly blink away the tears that threaten to gather in my eyes and down the rest of the champagne. Well, he’s paid an obscene amount of money for this I’m sure, so I might as well enjoy it and chew him out for it later.

“The girls will take care of you from here. Enjoy, Miss West.” Ama says before she walks out of the room.

I sit on warm stone and the two young girls waiting to bathe me come over with wash cloths in their hands. Between the relaxing Arabian music playing in the background and the atmosphere, I feel like I’ve been transported back to the Ottoman times. Those cloths are absolutely not washcloths, the texture is rough on my skin and each time it glides over my flesh I wince and utter a string of curses inwardly.

The scrubbing takes about five minutes, after that I’m told to lay down in the center of the stone which is warmer in temperature than the sides. The next forty minutes the girls cover me in bubbles and give me a sudsy deep tissue massage. Honestly, I fight to stay awake, I’m so exhausted and the music combined with the warmth of the stone under me lulls me into a peaceful nap while they work their magic on my entire back.

I get tapped on the shoulder and one of the girls whispers for me to roll over onto my back.

I could happily live here in this moment forever. I’m falling deeper in love with the Turkish culture with every bite of food and every bit of tension that is currently being worked out of my tired body.

Twenty minutes and a rich honey and oat body mask later, I’m washed clean and like Ama said feel like I’m floating somewhere up in the seventh floor of heaven. Sometime between my body mask and bath a massive bowl full of fresh fruit and a bottle of champagne is sitting to the side of the stone.

Okay, I no longer have the urge to tell Logan off. In fact, the first chance I get I want to leap into those big sexy arms and kiss him till I pass out from lack of oxygen.

I honestly don’t have the energy to move a muscle. After the girls leave the room, I lay naked, eyes closed in the center of the marble slab. The smell of lavender and menthol infused with the steam filling the room and I inhale deeply filling my lungs with it.

I can sense something moving in the room, but I don’t open my eyes. I just assume it’s one of the girls. That is of course until something cold brushes against my stomach. My eyes flutter open, and I jump and let out a startled gasp when I see a manly figure hovering over me. It takes my eyes a second to focus and realize it’s only Logan smiling handsomely down at me.

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