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I take this as a win and exit the car. When we meet in the front, I grab his hands. “I love you, and this will be fun. We’re going to get pampered and scrubbed. Plus, this is research.”
He huffs. “Research for what? How to lose your man card?”
“You have one? Can I see it?”
“Stella.” Jack groans around my name, and it’s adorable.
“Oh, stop being such a turd. I didn’t complain this much when you made me hike in heels.”
His head falls back. “I carried you, so you didn’t hike much. Plus, you’re the one who bought hiking heels. I didn’t even know they made that shit!”
“A woman must always be cute,” I retort.
“Is that so? Even when the man wants that woman so much that he couldn’t care less if she was wearing a sack?”
I step closer, lifting onto my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his. Such a sweet man he is. “What if I was wearing nothing?”
“Then I definitely wouldn’t care.”
I play with the neckline of his shirt. “Did you know that, when you get a massage, you don’t wear any clothes?”
“Really?”
I nod. “And we are scheduled to have one . . . together.”
He grins and wiggles his brows. “Let’s go get naked then.”
Oh, if he only knew what I planned to make him suffer through first.
Chapter 23
Jack
I’m in a room, separate from Stella, wearing some flip-flop things that don’t fit and a robe that leaves very little to the imagination.
The host? Worker? Spa person? Whatever we call her, led me here and gave me a glass of champagne while I waited for my first service.
I’m a little scared because, when I asked exactly how many services I was due to have, she grinned and told me to take a seat.
The room is nice, a little cold for my liking, but I’m not wearing shit under this robe because I thought we were going to get naked and rub each other down.
That sounded like a good time.
Sitting on this weird chair that is deep in the bottom, my legs feel like they’re in the air, making it impossible to be comfortable with my bare ass practically hanging out. There are two doors, one that says ‘Men’ and the other ‘Women’. I keep staring, waiting for my woman to show herself and explain why people think water with cucumber in it is appealing.
Stella comes out wearing her robe that fully covers her chest and ass, and a smile on her lips.
“Hi, honey. You look comfy.”
I raise one brow. “Far from it.”
She grins. “Imagine what it’s like to hike in heels and then sleep in a tent.”
Oh, I see where this is going. “So, this is payback?”
Stella’s eyes widen, and she gasps. “Never. This is research.”
“And you needed me?”
