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looked like he was going to turn toward the door, but blinked a few times and opened his mouth. “Um, so, do you have a lot of male clients coming in here regularly?”
    “Not a whole lot,” I answered, thinking about the few men that came into the spa regularly, usually thanks to urging from their wives. “Mostly for manicures, or the odd waxing. Why do you ask?” I hoped he didn’t need his back waxed; that would totally ruin my fantasy.
    He leaned over the counter again, lowering his voice. “Well I hate to admit it, but that facial felt great. I feel like a new man.”
    “See? We women know what we’re doing.” Most men didn’t getwhy women spend so much money and time at the spa so it was very validating to convert even one.
    He nodded. “So what other services would you recommend?”
    “Well, you said before you wouldn’t bother with a manicure…” I looked at the brochure for some help. “What about a massage?”
    “You do massages here?” He straightened up, pushing his shoulders back. “With the work I do, that would be great. Set me up. This time next week is good if that’s available.”
    I tapped at the keyboard, bringing the computer to life. “Did you want Bev again?”
    “Does she do massages too?”
    I nodded, “All of our estheticians perform all services.” I kept my eyes on my computer screen, just in case he decided to take that as a double entendre.
    “Well sure, that’s great then…” he leaned over again to read my name tag, “Shoshanna.” Nice that he hadn’t bothered to remember it from the last time he had done that same move. I stifled the urge roll my eyes.
    I typed his name into the seven p.m. slot on Bev’s schedule. “Okay, I’ve got you in for next Thursday at seven p.m. for a massage with Bev. Would you like that on a card?”
    He nodded and I wrote the particulars on an appointment card and handed it to him. “Thanks, Shoshanna,” he said, this time not even having to look at the little rectangle pinned to my chest.
    I got up to let him out through the locked door and was treated to a good view of his butt. I was pleased to see it was as nice in the khakis as it had been in the work pants.
     
     

 
    Chapter 12
    Feeling lazy, I spent Friday morning in bed with the television on, flipping from Live with Kelly and Michael to the fashion channel where they were featuring a special on Ralph Lauren’s winter line. Nothing that caught my eye, but a girl has to stay informed.
    I was planning on going to visit my grandmother, but not until later in the afternoon, so I languished in bed, indulging my lazy bones in some serious R&R.
    At ten-thirty, the phone rang. It was Susan, my soon to be stepmother (that sounded weird when I thought about it).
    “Hi Shoshanna, just confirming today with you.”
    “Sure, Susan. Of course.” Dammit, I’d forgotten about our planned shopping trip. Even as I spoke to her on the phone, I threw back the covers and stood up.
    “Okay, I’ll be by at noon and then we’ll go for lunch. Where would you like to go?” Susan was the epitome of accommodating.
    “I’m not fussy. Wherever you’d like to go is fine with me.”
    “Great, maybe a nice patio if the weather holds. We can figure it out when I pick you up.”
    I hung up the phone and jogged to the bathroom to grab a quick shower.
    * * *
    I was already waiting in the lobby of my building when Susan pulled up in her Lexus at precisely noon. Walking through the glass doors, I discovered it was a beautiful day; warm and sunny without a trace of humidity. Despite being rushed into doing only the bare minimum, it was going to be a good hair day.
    “Hi,” I said as I got into the car.
    She smiled over at me, her hands ten and two on the wheel. “How are you? I was thinking we could go to Tulips for lunch. That okay with you?”
    “Yeah that’s fine,” I said, clicking the seat belt buckle into place. Tulips was a little café type place with all sorts of herbal teas and