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My heart hurt at the thought. I hadn’t planned on it and had told myself countless times not to fall for him, but I had anyway; I couldn’t help it. And I was probably going to end up heartbroken because of my carelessness.

What the hell was I going to do?

Chapter Fourteen

Since I knew that sea days stressed Adele out, I booked us some treatments at the spa on the third day of the five sea day stretch to help her unwind.

I hadn’t told her about the spa day ahead of time because I’d wanted to surprise her. After we’d had brunch the day of, I blindfolded her with one of my ties and led her up to the spa.

“Where are we going, Cohen?” Adele asked with a nervous laugh as I guided her into the elevator.

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a surprise, now would it?”

She crossed her arms over her chest and let out an exasperated breath. “You know how I feel about surprises.”

“You secretly love them even though you say you hate them,” I answered with a laugh.

Adele chuckled. “No. I really don’t like them.”

“Sure, you don’t, guppie.”

The spa was attached to the solarium pool, where we relaxed most days. The lobby had a reception desk and display cases lined with various facial, skin, and hair treatments. It was all very upscale and rivaled some of the Vegas spas.

When we entered, the spa attendant smiled at me. I untied Adele’s blindfold, and she blinked a few times before looking around. “Is this the spa?”

I nodded. “Bingo.”

A grin curved the corners of her pretty lips. “What are we doing here?”

“I booked a full day of relaxing treatments. I know how anxious the sea days make you, and I wanted to help you relax a little.”

The way she looked at me made my heart race and my palms sweat, like the popular girls in high school used to when they claimed to be in love with me. “You didn’t have to do this for me.”

A lump formed in my throat, and I coughed to clear it. “I wanted to. I don’t like to see you stressed.”

Adele glanced down at the floor as a blush crept onto her cheeks. After a few seconds, she looked back up at me. “Well, thank you. This is very sweet of you.”

I checked us in at the desk, then the attendant had us wait for our technicians. Once they came for us, Adele was taken to the women’s changing room while I was led to the men’s. I stripped down to just a towel since we started our spa day in the sauna to help release toxins and loosen up our muscles for the massages and treatments.

My technician led me to the sauna and let me know that Adele would be joining me once she changed.

A few minutes later, Adele came in and gave me a coy smile as our eyes met. That look usually meant she was going to be thanking me with her mouth for whatever I’d done, and my cock started to get hard. I was glad that it was just the two of us in there so no one could see the growing erection tenting my towel.

As Adele sat down next to me, thoughts of stripping her towel off and having her ride me ran through my head. I tried to calculate the odds of us not getting caught while we were in there and decided against it. I didn’t want to get us thrown out of the spa and ruin the day I had planned for Adele.

After about ten minutes, our technicians opened the sauna door and led us to one of the spa therapy rooms. I’d booked us a couple’s aromatherapy seaweed massage, followed by a scalp and foot massage, for the main treatment.

The room smelled amazing, like lavender and mint. Soothing music mixed with the sounds of water trickling played softly in the background.

The massage was so relaxing that I fell asleep after about fifteen minutes. I assumed the technician woke me up halfway through because she had me flip over to lay on my back before continuing the treatment.

The full massage was two hours, which flew by. Once we finished, the technicians rinsed off our seaweed mask using a Vichy shower, then dried us off before starting our acupuncture session.

“I’ve never done acupuncture before. Does it hurt?” Adele asked.

“Not really. Sometimes you feel a pinch when the needle first goes in but not often. You mostly just feel pressure, but it’s really therapeutic.”

She forced a smile, but from the crease in her forehead, I could tell she was nervous. Reaching out, I grabbed her hand and threaded our fingers together. “I promise it won’t hurt. If it does, feel free to squeeze the shit out of my hand.”

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