Page 62 of The Biker and the Baker
Chapter 14
Pia
“Hot damn,” Mirahisses across from me. “If she doesn’t get assigned to me, I’m throwing a fit. I want those sexy handsall overme.”
“Uh-huh,” I mumble, thumbing through a beauty magazine. “And how would Kim feel about that?”
“What wifey doesn’t know won’t hurt her.” She sucks up cucumber juice through a fat straw. “Besides, I’ll just do what I do most of the time and blame it on you. You gave me a voucher.”
“Noooo,” I drag out, flipping another page. “I gave it toMomand you talked her into giving it to you.”
“Yeah, well. What business does she have at a spa?”
I shoot her a glance over the top of the magazine. “Something’s seriously wrong with you.”
Of course, she’s wholly unfazed.
Mira and I are at Rippling Waves Day Spa in Boulder making use of the vouchers Onyx had given me a while ago. What should’ve been a mother-daughter spa day became a sister-sister spa day when mom allowed Mira to con her out of her voucher. The deviant little wretch.
We drove down this morning and have been here half a day already exploring our tits off and making full use of the carte blanc pass. Now we’re waiting for massages, but there’s a 0.5% chance that I’ll be getting a male masseuse considering I’ve only spotted about two male staff since we’ve been here. Boo to that.
Mira asks, “Is it just me, or are the chicks here like twelve out of ten?”
“Probably just you.” I pop her another glance. “Are you happy in your relationship? Because your eyes have been wandering a lot lately.”
Something crosses her face, but it’s fleeting. “We’re good. Don’t worry about us. Worry about Mr. Freckled Hotness over there. Looks like he just got himself a happy ending.”
What?I twist around in my chair to follow her line of sight.
There, standing just outside a half-opened door, with a peek of a blonde on the inside, her red-nailed hand on his bicep, is Onyx. They talk in low tones, and although most of the woman is hidden, her hand never leaves his arm.
“You want me to knee him in the balls?” Mira offers.
But I don’t answer, I’m too focused on the arm squeeze blondie gives him before he turns to leave and she closes the door.
Considering we’re in Boulder, to say I’m surprised to see him is an understatement. We’ve been dating for almost three weeks. Three weeks full of hot sex, sweet nights, lots of baked treats. He still gets on my nerves at work, but we work out our differences in the bedroom. And yes, he still wins, every time. We haven’t seen each other intimately in two days. It’s been a hectic week and both of us have been too burned out to arrange sleepovers, so I didn’t get a chance to tell him I’d be hitting up the spa with the voucher he gave me.
When he starts moving in the direction of the reception area, it’s as if he feels my eyes firing bullets at him because he stops, swivels his head, and our eyes lock.
He smiles.
I don’t smile back.
Frowning, he turns and saunters over.Saunters. Sonuvabitch is so sexy he can’t even walk like a normal person.
“Hey.” He pinches me under my chin. “See you’re finally making use of those vouchers.”
“Yeah,” Mira answers before I can. “And we see you just got yourself a happy hour. Was it good?”
Onyx’s eyebrows shoot up. “The fuck?”
I throw the magazine in the direction of the room he’d just been in. “Who was that?”
“Pamella. The supervisor,” he says, looking amused. “We just got done with a meeting.”
“What kind of meeting?” Mira beats me to it again. “The rub and tug kind?”
“The kind where she gives me a weekly report of the spa’s operations,” he answers Mira. Then to me, “This is Cookie’s joint. I manage the place.”
