“Yeah, deep tissue massage, then pedicure. The full reset.”
“Perfect. Simone’s ready for you in room three.”
I followed Maya down the hall, leaving my worries at the door. Whoever left my breakfast could wait. Right now, I need this.
I was face-down on the massage table in minutes. Simone began working out knots, and my mind finally quieted. The eucalyptus oil. The soft music. The pressure in all the right places pulled out a deep sigh from me. This was exactly what I needed.
An hour later, I was in the pedicure chair, burgundy polish drying on my toes, feeling like a completely different person than the one who’d walked in.
“You look relaxed,” Maya said as I made my way back to the front desk. “We love to see it.”
“I feel amazing. That hit the spot. Simone never disappoints.”
“Good. Let me just check your account credits.” She clicked around on her computer, then frowned. “Oh yeah.”
“What?”
“Your services have already been paid for.”
I blinked. “What?”
Someone called and handled your appointment today. The full package. Massage, pedicure, and even the aromatherapy upgrade you always add.”
My heart started doing that thing again. That annoying flutter.
“By who?”
Maya clicked around her screen again. “It just saysa friend. Someone called and handled everything. Even left a generous tip for the staff.”
I stood there, trying to process. This was the second thing today. First the bagels, now this?
“Maya, who called?”
“I don’t know, babe. It was a man, but he didn’t leave a name. Just said to take care of you.”
Someone was watching me. Knew my routine. Knew where I went, what I liked.
And the only person I could think of who had the resources to pull this off was the same person I’d been trying not to think about since I met them in person.
“Halo, you okay?”
“Yeah, I just...” I trailed off. “Thank you, Maya.”
“Girl, thank whoever’s spoiling you like this.”
I walked out to the parking lot, shopping bag of complimentary spa products in hand that I also apparently didn’t pay for, my mind racing.
My phone buzzed, and I jumped.
Tessa:So??? Did you figure out who sent the bagels?
Me:No. But someone just paid for my whole spa day.
Tessa:Girl, come again.
Tessa:It’s him. I’m telling you. He’s COURTING you.
Me:Or stalking me. TF!
