Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Nicole is staring at both of us back and forth, entertained.
“Wonderful. How would you and your friend like a hand in your relaxation? We also specialize in more bodily release, strictly as a more therapeutic sexual experience.”
“Excuse me?!” I exclaim, my eyes widening. “Uh, no, thank you! I’m really not looking for anything like that.”
The thought of a guy touching me is the furthest thing from my mind right now.
“Excuse me?” Nicole herself pipes up.
Brian looks up at her. He immediately recognizes her and gulps.
“I-I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t recognize you there,” he explains. “No disrespect meant; I, uh, just felt it was the best way to relieve her current state of tension…”
“We can finish our session alone, Brian,” Nicole responds.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Nicole keeps her eyes on Brian the entire time till he walks out of the sauna. She waits until the two hallway doors close before bursting out in laughter.
“You thought that was funny?” I ask.
“Fuck, yeah! I get propositioned all the time myself. It’s part of the spa experience. But I get more than my fill from my men at the firm.”
Nicole looks over at me and sees my shoulders locked, my hands balled into tight fists against the bench of the sauna.
“Jesus Christ, Julia. Why are you more tense now than when you walked in here?”
“Because of that guy!”
“Come on. How did he do that to you?”
“I don’t know. Just the whole ‘hooking up with a stranger’ thing. How absolutely repulsive. I can’t wrap my mind around the idea of just trying to get off with someone. Shit, I mean, sex in general to me is overrated. I don’t really understand the hype!”
Nicole smiles at me and nods. “Listen, Julia. Please go check out that firm. I can’t recommend these guys enough. I know they’ll give you plenty of…insight.”
“I’ll think about it. I definitely could use some for my business right now,” I say with a sigh.
“That’s not—well, okay. I know you’ll be in good hands with them,” she says, shaking her head, a strange smirk on her face.
My time here with Nicole is really making me consider it. I guess I’ll go back to my B.O.D. with the idea and see where it goes.
I’ve been needing an edge, and here’s the opportunity. Although…I don’t know. I guess I’m still a little unsure of going to a competitor just for ideas.
I get up from the bench and head for the sauna door. “Thank you for spending some time with me, Nicole. I really think I have a direction at least.”
“Anytime, Julia. You take care now!”
I pull myself together. Once I’m dressed, I make my exit from the spa and head back to the office to talk to my team.
Here goes nothing.
Chapter 4
Spencer
Leaning back in my office chair, between the sounds of the ocean and Tibetan drums playing through the surround sound speakers, I could easily fall asleep.
Nothing in the world right now can disturb my inner peace. When I think about all those 9-to-5 jobs out there, I know they will never rope me into that kind of life. I already traded suits for a pair of quicksilver shorts and flip flops years ago.
I remember the conversation with my father about my future supposedly going nowhere.
“Dude, you got to chill. Find your chi,” I said.
My father’s eyes darkened, his face turned red, and he definitely lost his cool.
That wasn’t the first time we had that conversation, though. He was the typical CEO who was working himself into an early grave. After his first heart attack, I knew I could never walk in his stuffed-up leather footsteps.
“You’re just like your uncle—a good-for-nothing bum who would rather pass out on a beach than own one.”
I shrugged him off. My father couldn’t be further from the truth.
Now I have my own resort, and my employees work hard and play harder. I keep them happy, and they make sure the guests have a five-star vacation every visit.
I shake these bad vibes from my head. Gotta stay chill, man.
I push the intercom button to ring my assistant.
“Heeey…I need a massage. Send in Kiana, and tell her to bring the coconut oil I like.”
It’ll be about fifteen minutes before she arrives, which gives me plenty of time to stretch my legs. I prop my feet up on my desk, and images of Kiana’s tight ass flicker through my head.
That little island beauty has it bad for me, and who can blame her? Just look at me!
I let my eyes close a little, blocking out the view of my cluttered office. I should probably get housekeeping to come in and clean up, but I like it this way. I can always find what I need.
Usually.
Sure, it’s a bit messy, but why waste time cleaning? It’s only going to get dirty again, right?
Buzz. Buzz.
Ugh. That intercom is so annoying. I’ll never get used to that thing.