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Ezra slowly pulls me toward the door. “Good. Now that we have that settled, can we go in here and work the kinks out from that godforsaken zip line?”

I can’t help but giggle as he pulls open the door. “You really didn’t like it, did you?”

“Never again would be too soon,” he mutters as he pulls me to the front door.

“Hello,” a hostess greets us softly as we step inside. “Do you have a reservation?”

“Under the last name Morgan,” Ezra tells her as we wait at the desk.

“Wonderful, I have you right here. I have you both down for a facial, then a massage, is that correct?” The woman looks up at Ezra, twirling a piece of hair between her fingers.

It leaves me feeling unsettled. I wonder if she will do his massage. Will he like it?

Then I want to smack myself. Why am I so concerned with him? Are three guys not enough? I mean, I don’t necessarily have Santi yet, but he did indicate he would want to get to know me more. Am I really this much of a hussy?

“It is.” Ezra’s hand on my lower back snaps me out of my thoughts.

“If you two could fill these out, I’ll go tell them you are here.” She smiles, making sure to lean over enough to show her cleavage as she pushes the papers across the table. “You’ll be starting off with the facial, is that all right?”

“Of course,” I tell her when Ezra makes a face, cutting him off.

Moving away from Ezra, I scoop up both clipboards and move to one of the chairs in the waiting room.

“Are you going to fill it out for me too?” Ezra says as he takes a seat next to me.

I hand over his clipboard and wink. “I’m pretty sure you can handle this on your own.”

I start filling out the form and pause when I notice Ezra hasn’t started yet.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why do they ask so many bloody questions?” He’s frowning.

“That’s a good question.” I eye the form. “But I don’t see anything out of the ordinary.”

Ezra hums and starts filling out his form. We both sign on the dotted line, Ezra standing to turn in the forms. As soon as he sits back down, two techs, both females, come out to get us.

“Have you ever had a facial before?” one asks.

“Yes.” I smile.

“No.” Ezra furrows his brows.

I can’t help but giggle. This should be interesting.

* * *

With a fluffy towel wrapped around me, I walk into the massage room side by side with Ezra. With how relaxed I am right now, I honestly don’t think anything could upset me.

“You look happy,” Ezra murmurs as he helps me up onto the table.

“That’s because I am. Thank you for this.”

Ezra frowns. “Don’t expect it all the time. I just didn’t want to come alone and leaving you with the guys is a great way for me to come home to an orgy.”

“Seriously? That’s why you arranged all of this?” I try to hang on to my anger, but the disappointment is overshadowing it all.

“I told you that we had to discuss some things. You’re the one who insisted it was a date.”

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