Page 22 of Breathing Wisteria
Wyatt
“How did you get this pass again?”
Cassidy, Skye, and I are standing in front of one of the fanciest day spas I have ever seen. Like, it-probably-costs-more-than-my-annual-salary-for-a-manicure type of fancy.
I turn to the girls, taking in their skeptical faces still staring at the beautiful handcrafted sign,Serenity by Havenworth. The understated elegance reeks of money and I am suddenly very nervous.
“I got an email saying I won it.”
“Won it, how?” Even Skye isn’t convinced.
“I don’t know,” I reply slowly. “It said I was the lucky winner of the contest from their grand opening celebrations or something.”
“Did you enter a contest?” Cassidy sounds even more unconvinced than Skye. “I mean this doesn’t seem like the kind of place that gives away prizes, you know?”
“I-I. Maybe? Look.” My voice turns defensive. “I rang them to confirm it and they had all of my details, so I must have.”
People are rushing around us, jostling and bumping, as we stand like idiots in the middle of the sidewalk, all of us hesitant to take the first step inside.
“Okay, this is ridiculous. We’re booked in for their Pamper Day package so let’s get in there and get ourselves pampered.” I take each of them by the hand, ignoring the dubious look they’re exchanging and pull them inside.
Walking through the dark-tinted glass door is like entering another world. Sedate, instrumental music is playing quietly in the background, immediately giving you a sense of calm. The color palette is all warm and muted colors with greenery everywhere. It might actually be physically impossible to feel stressed out within these walls.
We approach the front desk in the cavernous foyer, where a petite raven-haired girl with huge blue eyes greets us warmly.
After taking my name, we all breathe a sigh of relief when she confirms the contest win.
“We have you booked in for a deluxe manicure, pedicure, and facial, followed by a full-body sea-salt scrub and massage. I hope you ladies have cleared your entire day,” she coos. “You’ll barely be able to walk by the time we are done with you.”
“Not how I usually like to achieve that particular feeling, but let’s see how we do.”
I fight back a laugh at Cassidy’s comment, instead turning back to Zen-Barbie.
“That sounds amazing, we’re definitely ready.”
We are led to a giant, luxurious change room where we’re instructed to change into the plushest robe I have ever laid eyes on and a pair of cute little slippers.
“You can put your personal belongings in the lockers around the corner to your right, and I will be back in a few minutes,” Raven-haired girl tells us in her most soothing voice.
“This place is so beautiful. Wyatt, I don’t care how you got these passes, I’m just glad you did.” Skye sinks down onto a gorgeous emerald-colored armchair, eyes closed with a completely blissed-out look on her face.
“I second that. This place is probably too fancy for pussy, so underwear on, yeah?”
Skye’s eyes pop open and meet mine across the room.
“Yes, please keep your panties on, Cass, I beg you.” Skye laughs.
Ten minutes later we are settled in massage chairs, vibrating away, each of us with a girl by our feet, silently treating us to the most decadent foot massage and I am in heaven.
“Have you heard from Flynn?”
How quickly heaven can become hell. I look across to Skye for help, but she averts her eyes, suddenly fascinated with the floral prints on the wall opposite us.
“No, I haven’t.” My response is terse, and I cross my fingers that she takes the hint.
“Maybe you should call him.” Well, look at that. They clearly weren’t crossed hard enough.
“Why would I do that?”
