Page 20 of Opposites (Never) Attract
Ever.
I entered the Shock and Awe room to find Tag already there in the treatment chair with his long bare legs stretched out in front of him. The robe hit him mid-thigh and barely closed over his wide chest.
His feet were tucked in slippers that didn’t fit. He looked both hot and silly and he grinned at me like he knew it.
Who knew hot and silly was my kryptonite?
I pulled the lapels of my robe over my breasts and double checked the belt on the robe to make sure it was tight.
I sat in the chair next to him and deliberately averted my eyes from his furred chest pushing against the lapels of his robe.
“This is a nice robe,” he said, running his hand down the thick cotton. “Can I steal it?”
Laughter burst out of me imagining him on the Swinging D wearing that robe. He grinned back at me like he’d accomplished something.
“So, what happens next? Someone comes in here and rubs us down?”
“Not quite.”
“They going to go after my feet with a sand blaster? Because some of these callouses are older than you are.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I said, my inner villain doing another happy dance.
He looked over at me with athis whole thing is ridiculousexpression, when the door opened, and Stan, a beefy, bald man, entered the room. The uniform for the Spa was white scrubs and Stan filled out every inch of his.
“Good morning, Kaitlyn!” he said, with a jubilant smile and a thick Russian accent. “And friend. How fun. Let me give a breakdown of morning treatment. First some pain. To prove that we want it. Then some recovery, because we deserve it. Finally, some refreshment because our body will need it.”
“Refreshments?” Tag grunted. “Does that mean I can get some coffee in this place? Maybe some bacon and eggs?”
Stan laughed. “Oh, you’re so cute. No. But we have an assortment of cleansing teas I know you will love.” Stan turned to the cabinet in the room and took out two abdominal tens belts. “Now, Kaitlyn, I know you know what to do with this belt. Friend? Will you be needing some help?”
Tag took the belt from Stan’s hand with some caution. I slid the belt inside my robe and strapped it around my core, making sure the big electrodes were settled against my obliques and abdominals. The wires slipped down the bottom of the robe and I handed them to Stan who plugged them into the controller. That he would be controlling.
When I glanced up, Tag was watching me, or rather watching the gap in my robe and the breast I’d revealed all the way to the nipple.
“This isn’t a peep show,” I told him, and adjusted the fabric.
“Can’t help it if I like looking at tits, Sunshine,” he said without remorse. “Especially pretty ones.”
What terrible thing did it say about me that I loved that Tag thought my breasts were pretty?
“We don’t say tits,” Stan whispered to Tag.
“Why not?”
“It’s vulgar,” Stan admonished him.
“Well, what can I say, Stan? I’m vulgar.” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Now, what do I do with this?” Tag asked, holding the belt.
“Strap it on… here,” I said, getting out of my chair and stepping over to him. I took the belt from him, showing him the thick wide pads that had to be in the front and the Velcro strap in the back. He got it on crooked and I slipped my fingers between his body and the top of the belt so I could pull it into position. We both sucked in a startled breath.
“Sorry,” I whispered, pulling my hands back and getting back into my own treatment chair.
“Don’t be sorry, Sunshine,” he whispered back. “I’ve been thinking about you touching me since I stepped into your office. Just didn’t expect the ice cold hands.”
Blushing and rattled, I leaned back in my chair. Tag got the belt on himself and we both laid there in front of Stan, who had the remotes to the belts in his hand. “Now, I’ll start you both with a setting of two-”
“Holy fuck!” Tag shouted, his hand covering the belt over his stomach.
