unnerving, but now that he was a client, I couldn’t exactly be bitchy. Pretending he wasn’t there, I picked up the phone and dialed the extension for the back room. “Your seven o’clock is here,” I said when Bev picked up; most of the other girls had finished for the day and had already gone home.
“Is it that hot air conditioning guy?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s correct, he is here for a facial,” I answered, looking up at his grinning face, hoping he couldn’t hear Bev through the phone.
“Sweet, I’ll be right up.”
Almost before I replaced the phone on the cradle, Bev had skipped to the front desk to pick up her client. She stuck out her hand toward him. “Hi, I’m Beverly and I’ll be doing you.” Her face suddenly went a very hot-looking shade of red. “Oh my God, I mean I’m doing your facial .”
“I’m Nate,” the guy said, as he handled her faux pas gracefully, shaking her hand and clearing his throat, but making no mention of it. He followed her into the back and out of sight.
My shift was over at eight when the spa closed, but by five after, Bev and Nate still hadn’t come out of the back room. I locked the front doors and peeked around the corner of the desk but all I saw was the closed door on Bev’s treatment room. I was beginning to wonder if he’d had his way with her on the narrow (and not great for sex, believe me) treatment table when he came out of the room, Bev right behind him.
Not that Nate’s skin had been troubled by any means, but when he emerged from the treatment room, he had a subtle pink glow to his cheeks, evidence of Bev’s top notch expertise.
“Thanks a lot, Nate, I hope you enjoyed it,” Bev said. Hope he enjoyed what? The sex or just the facial? I wondered. Nah, who was I kidding? Bev would never jump a guy in the spa. Something like that was much more my style.
“No, thank you , it was really nice,” Nate said. He made his way up to the desk and pulled his folded-up gift certificate out of his pocket and handed it to me. With a quick glance toward the back, to where Bev had disappeared back into the treatment room to clean up, he leaned over my counter so his face was only inches from mine. His pores looked great, thanks to Bev and really good genes. I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he whispered. “I’m new at this, am I supposed to leave a tip?”
I smiled. I was born knowing but sometimes forgot others had to work at spa etiquette. And just in case, Rita had supplied me with the correct answer to this very important and sometimes awkward question. “It is customary, but not required. It is a token of your appreciation and the amount is completely discretionary.” Since Bev was my friend, it was tempting tell him an exorbitant amount, but if I ever got caught I could lose my job. Say goodbye to free spa services for Shoshanna. I told him the average tip for a facial was.
“Whew, thanks. Can you give this to her?” He pulled some bills out of his pocket and handed me the tip.
“Sure.” I took it and put it in one of the discreet tip envelopes, scrawling her name on the front.
“Oh and one more thing?”
I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised. He truly was dangerously good-looking: those eyes were stunning. Too bad he wore a tool belt to work instead of a stethoscope. Maybe I could make an exception? Oh, who was I kidding? An air conditioning guy? Please.
“Can I get your phone number?”
I gave him a smug grin. “Sorry, I don’t fraternize with clients.”
“No, I meant for the spa here. Do you have a card or something? I’d like to tell my sister about this place.”
Okay, so that was incredibly embarrassing. “Oh, yes of course, sorry.” I reached up to the counter and grabbed one of the spa’s brochures. I turned it over and pointed at the contact information. “This is our number, you can give the brochure to your sister. It outlines all of our services.”
“Great, I’ll give it to her.” He
“Is it that hot air conditioning guy?” she asked.
“Yes, that’s correct, he is here for a facial,” I answered, looking up at his grinning face, hoping he couldn’t hear Bev through the phone.
“Sweet, I’ll be right up.”
Almost before I replaced the phone on the cradle, Bev had skipped to the front desk to pick up her client. She stuck out her hand toward him. “Hi, I’m Beverly and I’ll be doing you.” Her face suddenly went a very hot-looking shade of red. “Oh my God, I mean I’m doing your facial .”
“I’m Nate,” the guy said, as he handled her faux pas gracefully, shaking her hand and clearing his throat, but making no mention of it. He followed her into the back and out of sight.
My shift was over at eight when the spa closed, but by five after, Bev and Nate still hadn’t come out of the back room. I locked the front doors and peeked around the corner of the desk but all I saw was the closed door on Bev’s treatment room. I was beginning to wonder if he’d had his way with her on the narrow (and not great for sex, believe me) treatment table when he came out of the room, Bev right behind him.
Not that Nate’s skin had been troubled by any means, but when he emerged from the treatment room, he had a subtle pink glow to his cheeks, evidence of Bev’s top notch expertise.
“Thanks a lot, Nate, I hope you enjoyed it,” Bev said. Hope he enjoyed what? The sex or just the facial? I wondered. Nah, who was I kidding? Bev would never jump a guy in the spa. Something like that was much more my style.
“No, thank you , it was really nice,” Nate said. He made his way up to the desk and pulled his folded-up gift certificate out of his pocket and handed it to me. With a quick glance toward the back, to where Bev had disappeared back into the treatment room to clean up, he leaned over my counter so his face was only inches from mine. His pores looked great, thanks to Bev and really good genes. I thought he was going to kiss me but instead he whispered. “I’m new at this, am I supposed to leave a tip?”
I smiled. I was born knowing but sometimes forgot others had to work at spa etiquette. And just in case, Rita had supplied me with the correct answer to this very important and sometimes awkward question. “It is customary, but not required. It is a token of your appreciation and the amount is completely discretionary.” Since Bev was my friend, it was tempting tell him an exorbitant amount, but if I ever got caught I could lose my job. Say goodbye to free spa services for Shoshanna. I told him the average tip for a facial was.
“Whew, thanks. Can you give this to her?” He pulled some bills out of his pocket and handed me the tip.
“Sure.” I took it and put it in one of the discreet tip envelopes, scrawling her name on the front.
“Oh and one more thing?”
I looked up at him, my eyebrows raised. He truly was dangerously good-looking: those eyes were stunning. Too bad he wore a tool belt to work instead of a stethoscope. Maybe I could make an exception? Oh, who was I kidding? An air conditioning guy? Please.
“Can I get your phone number?”
I gave him a smug grin. “Sorry, I don’t fraternize with clients.”
“No, I meant for the spa here. Do you have a card or something? I’d like to tell my sister about this place.”
Okay, so that was incredibly embarrassing. “Oh, yes of course, sorry.” I reached up to the counter and grabbed one of the spa’s brochures. I turned it over and pointed at the contact information. “This is our number, you can give the brochure to your sister. It outlines all of our services.”
“Great, I’ll give it to her.” He
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