Today was no exception.
She had a pixie cut and dyed her hair a candy-floss pink. Her lips matched, and even her perfume smelled extra sweet.
Scott tensed, awaiting her reaction to Thomas, but Zara gave him the same big smile and complimented the colour of Thomas’s lime-green eyes. She leaned up on her tiptoes to stare into them. “They’re so cool.” She dropped back to her feet. “Why is this the first time I’m meeting your cool friend, hey?”
She dug her elbow into Scott’s side.
“We’re not friends,” Thomas replied.
“Ooooh.” Zara winked at Scott, then winked at Thomas.
“We’re ex-cellmates,” Scott explained. “Thomas is letting me stay with him while my apartment gets fixed.”
“Scott managed to bust the pipes with his massive tur –”
“Lashes,” Scott said. He pointed to his left eye, and Zara pulled a face.
“What the hell happened?”
“It would take far too long to explain, but do you think you could apply some fake ones, make them match?”
Zara beamed. “Of course.”
“And my eyebrows too?” Scott asked, picking at the hard lump where the glue had set.
“Certainly.”
“And a back, sack and crack for good measure.”
Zara nodded at him, then turned her attention to Thomas. “And what about you?”
“Come anywhere near my back, sack or crack, and we’re going to have problems.”
Scott snorted. “I was thinking Thomas could try the hot stone massage.”
Thomas swivelled his head towards Scott. His snake eyes were narrowed with suspicion. “Anyone tries to put a rock up my arsehole, I’ll put it up yours first.”
“Eww.” Scott screwed up his face. “I don’t share arse rocks.”
“What?”
Zara held up her hands. “The hot stones are for external use only.” She glanced between them. “Would you like to be done together or separately?”
Thomas drew back. “What kind of question is that?”
“Together,” Scott answered.
“What?!”
“We’ll be in the same room together,” Scott told him. “That’s all Zara means. You get to lie on a bed and relax while Zara tortures me for forty-five minutes.”
Thomas briefly looked as if he might argue, then murmured, “Torture?”
“I’d describe Scott as a hisser,” Zara said, then smiled at Thomas. “You’ll probably like the noises he makes…very snake-like.”
“Treatment room one?” Scott asked.
Zara nodded. “Go right on ahead, make yourselves comfortable.”
