Page 111 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
When he finally pulled into a familiar parking lot, my brows pinched and I swung my eyes to him.
Tranquil Breeze…
“A spa?” I turned to him, surprised.
Emir shifted the car into park and looked over at me. “You’ve been dealing with my life and the stress of it. I figured you would appreciate something connected to yours.”
I grinned wide as shit at the thought of being pampered. It had been a minute. “You didn’t have to do this.”
His fingers slid under my chin, tilting my face up toward him. “I know, but I wanted to.”
Before I could think too hard about it, he was opening his door, coming around to mine. When we got inside I realized the spa was empty except for the staff. Emir didn’t just book us an appointment. He booked the entire damn place.
“This is insane,” I muttered as a woman led us toward the private changing area.
“The day is just about us, Bay.”
I turned to him, grinning. “So what exactly are we doing?”
“You are getting whatever the hell you want. I’m chilling.”
“You’re not doing it with me?” I frowned when he handed me a robe but hadn’t removed any of his clothes.
“I’ll be here.”
I narrowed my eyes. “You’re just gonna sit and watch.”
His smirk widened. “I’m definitely watching.”
“Nope. If I’m doing this, you are too.”
He wanted to argue but didn’t. By the time he was undressed and in his robe, Emir was already over the entire day but he did it for me.
The first part was easy.
I melted into the massage table, letting warm oil and expert hands work out the tension I hadn’t even realized I was holding. We had a couples massage set up and I almost regretted demanding he do this with me when the woman who was assigned to him stepped in the room. After a death threat and warning from me that ended with telling her I’d just left a gun range, she got to work but kept her hands appropriately placed.
For a while, there was silence, just the soft sounds of music and Emir’s deep breathing beside me. Until I turned my head in his direction and grinned.
“You’re actually relaxed.”
His voice was lazy with amusement. “I’m not mad at this shit. I fuck with it.”
“Only with me though.” He grinned wider.
“You can’t put me on then get mad when I decide I like it.”
“Yes the fuck I can.” I glared at him and the woman assigned to him before I repeated myself. “Only with me.”
“Chill, Bay. I’m not doing this with anybody but you. Trust that shit.”
After the massage, they led us to the next step, facials. This was where I knew he would try and bail. I turned to the woman at the front desk. “Two, please.”
Emir’s head snapped toward me. “Nah, I’m good.”
“Yes, you’re doing it.”
His brows slammed in fast as hell. “I don’t need a damn facial.”
