Page 3 of Only for the Moment
“A Brazilian. Yes?”
“No!”
“Oh.” She kept her back to the table, barely able to control her laughter. “I must have somethingwrong here.” Grasping the clipboard, she turned toward the door, careful to keep her head down and turned slightly away from the table, her long bangs hiding her face from the man she was teasing. “Let me clarify my orders.”
The sound of shifting came from the table. “Definitely think you should check that.” She caught a shudder from the corner of her eye. “Not just no, but fuck no,” he muttered.
A tiny laugh escaped despite her best efforts. “Well, we wouldn’t want a fuck no, now would we? I’ll be right back.”
She managed to slip through the door. As it clicked shut, she came face-to-face with Melody.
“What were you doing in there?” her friend whispered, a spark of amusement in her brown eyes saying she already had some clue.
Kennedy shoved the clipboard at her friend and shook herhead. “Heard that, did ya?”
Melody muffled her laughter behind a hand. “Every word. What were you thinking?”
No way in hell was she telling anyone what she’d been thinking—that Mr. Aussie was sexy enough to distract her until escape had been impossible. She went on the offensive instead. “I was thinking he took my room.”
“He’s also taking your masseuse,” Melody said. “He’s that important. Nowget over to the blue room before someone realizes what you did. Kai will be there in a minute.”
Kennedy grumbled. If he was that important, why hadn’t she been told about him? Whoever the guy was, he was racking up marks that were definitely not in his favor, and racking them up quick. Kai was a great masseuse, but Kennedy wanted Mel, damn it. Routine was a must, especially when you needed torelax.
Her bottom lip pouted out.
Her friend swatted her lightly with the clipboard on her way to Mr. Aussie’s door. “Go and I won’t snitch on you.”
“Gee, thanks.” She slinked away, but not before Melody’s cheerful voice reached her ears.
“So, Mr. Anschau, we’re not having a waxing today, correct?”
Mr. Anschau’s answer came through loud and clear. “No. We’re staying the hell away from myballs, thanks.”
