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Adam’s expression of chagrin.
“Oops. That’s what I get for assuming. Sorry. That was nice of him .”
“Yes, it was, and until then—about five years ago—I was in an apartment almost exactly this size.”
“All right, well if you use the bathroom, I’ll get changed too and I’ll meet you on the patio for our trip to paradise,” he teased.
She smiled, loving their camaraderie.
And she couldn’t wait to get his reaction when she showed him her new swimsuit.
Chapter Eight
Tori could already feel the exertion of the day, the uncertainty and stress of her confusion over the situation with Adam, sloughing off as she was led at a measured, deliberate pace through the inner sanctum of the spa. Even though it was in the same building as the gym, the two areas seemed worlds apart.
Pausing outside the last door on the left side of the corridor, the small, older woman indicated silently that Tori should precede her into the room.
The muted, warm lighting was a balm to her over-sensitised eyes, which still spent more time than they should staring at the screen of her computer, e-reader or phone. The soothing aromatic combinations of scents—she thought she recognised rosemary?—made breathing deeply noticeable and rewarding. Even the temperature was ideal. Entering an atmosphere like this sent a signal to her muscles and posture to give it up and relax already. More than an indulgence, this massage session would be a true test of her ability to relax. She was hopeful that, if it proved so, she could continue to make regular visits even after she returned to work.
The attendant poured a glass of water. She instructed Tori to hang up her wrap and robe and lie face down under the sheet on the massage table, before quietly leaving. This was her first ever visit to a spa, and so far she’d found the experience to be particularly efficient and tranquil. Adam had suggested that she give herself some extra time before her appointment to indulge in the steam room, and she was glad he had. Depending on how she felt afterwards, there was also a hot tub to soak in before returning to the shower area. The whole experience, coupled with the tea and snacks in the lush, peaceful lounge, turned a simple ninety-minute massage into a nearly three-hour escape.
Today, instead of just a straightforward massage, she had also elected to receive a hot wrap treatment. With all of the impending changes in her life, she had paradoxically needed something even more different to shake up her routine. Since Adam was usually the one who came up with ideas, she’d been fairly proud of herself that she’d thought of a spa visit on her own. So she’d asked Adam whether the gym spa was worth looking into, and he’d seemed very pleased at her interest. He’d immediately pulled up the list of services for her. She had been drawn to the wrap treatment she’d selected, which evidently shortened the initial massage to leave time for a rejuvenating, hot lemongrass and eucalyptus wrap, then was finished with a shea butter massage and Vichy shower. If it was half as good as it sounded, it would be heavenly.
Shrugging off her soft robe and slipping from the one-size-fits-all terry wrap and nubby spa sandals, Tori took a quick, obligatory sip of the water before climbing up onto the table, settling on her front as directed. She threw the sheet haphazardly over her bare ass, and spent a great deal of fruitless effort trying to cover herself before giving up. She wasn’t the least bit chilly, and it was a pain to try to spread it out behind her back. Besides, she had a feeling that the masseur or masseuse would end up arranging it the way they liked it.
Giving her neck a roll, she made sure she was adjusted so that her face hit the hole in the table comfortably, then settled in to wait for her practitioner.
The soft, instrumental music they’d chosen to play was peaceful at the moment, but it was the kind of flutey, New Age music that only really
“Oops. That’s what I get for assuming. Sorry. That was nice of him .”
“Yes, it was, and until then—about five years ago—I was in an apartment almost exactly this size.”
“All right, well if you use the bathroom, I’ll get changed too and I’ll meet you on the patio for our trip to paradise,” he teased.
She smiled, loving their camaraderie.
And she couldn’t wait to get his reaction when she showed him her new swimsuit.
Chapter Eight
Tori could already feel the exertion of the day, the uncertainty and stress of her confusion over the situation with Adam, sloughing off as she was led at a measured, deliberate pace through the inner sanctum of the spa. Even though it was in the same building as the gym, the two areas seemed worlds apart.
Pausing outside the last door on the left side of the corridor, the small, older woman indicated silently that Tori should precede her into the room.
The muted, warm lighting was a balm to her over-sensitised eyes, which still spent more time than they should staring at the screen of her computer, e-reader or phone. The soothing aromatic combinations of scents—she thought she recognised rosemary?—made breathing deeply noticeable and rewarding. Even the temperature was ideal. Entering an atmosphere like this sent a signal to her muscles and posture to give it up and relax already. More than an indulgence, this massage session would be a true test of her ability to relax. She was hopeful that, if it proved so, she could continue to make regular visits even after she returned to work.
The attendant poured a glass of water. She instructed Tori to hang up her wrap and robe and lie face down under the sheet on the massage table, before quietly leaving. This was her first ever visit to a spa, and so far she’d found the experience to be particularly efficient and tranquil. Adam had suggested that she give herself some extra time before her appointment to indulge in the steam room, and she was glad he had. Depending on how she felt afterwards, there was also a hot tub to soak in before returning to the shower area. The whole experience, coupled with the tea and snacks in the lush, peaceful lounge, turned a simple ninety-minute massage into a nearly three-hour escape.
Today, instead of just a straightforward massage, she had also elected to receive a hot wrap treatment. With all of the impending changes in her life, she had paradoxically needed something even more different to shake up her routine. Since Adam was usually the one who came up with ideas, she’d been fairly proud of herself that she’d thought of a spa visit on her own. So she’d asked Adam whether the gym spa was worth looking into, and he’d seemed very pleased at her interest. He’d immediately pulled up the list of services for her. She had been drawn to the wrap treatment she’d selected, which evidently shortened the initial massage to leave time for a rejuvenating, hot lemongrass and eucalyptus wrap, then was finished with a shea butter massage and Vichy shower. If it was half as good as it sounded, it would be heavenly.
Shrugging off her soft robe and slipping from the one-size-fits-all terry wrap and nubby spa sandals, Tori took a quick, obligatory sip of the water before climbing up onto the table, settling on her front as directed. She threw the sheet haphazardly over her bare ass, and spent a great deal of fruitless effort trying to cover herself before giving up. She wasn’t the least bit chilly, and it was a pain to try to spread it out behind her back. Besides, she had a feeling that the masseur or masseuse would end up arranging it the way they liked it.
Giving her neck a roll, she made sure she was adjusted so that her face hit the hole in the table comfortably, then settled in to wait for her practitioner.
The soft, instrumental music they’d chosen to play was peaceful at the moment, but it was the kind of flutey, New Age music that only really
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