“I will bring you to wherever you’re meeting.”
“Okay. But how do I get in contact with you?”
“I’ll be here.”
“Here?”
“Waiting for you.”
“You’ll just be… waiting for me to finish at the spa?”
“That’s my job,” he said. “I’m your personal driver.”
“What about Harrison?”
“He has his own driver.”
That tracked.
“This is insane,” I mumbled to myself.
“Hm?”
“Nothing. Well, I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”
“Mrs. Valentine,” the doorman of the spa greeted me as I approached.
“This is getting out of hand,” I mumbled, but offered him a smile as I passed through.
The whole spa smelled comfortingly of lavender and vanilla, and I was quickly whisked away to a private room where I was given a robe to change into and a list of all the spa options.
Apparently, Harrison had paid for all their services.
To an eye-watering sum of money. Which made me feel like I had to have all the treatments done, so it wasn’t a waste.
So I had one massage, was slathered in mud, had a foot massage, a facial, hair treatments, another type of massage that both hurt and felt good in equal turns, followed by an herbal body wrap, a hot stone massage, light therapy, dry brushing, a steam, and, finally, one last ‘relaxation’ massage. Like I hadn’t already been relaxed to within an inch of my life already.
In between treatments, I was given copious amounts of spa water full of fruits and cucumbers, offered fresh fruit, dark chocolate, and champagne.
I went ahead and skipped the latter. The last thing in the world I needed when I was about to meet with Harrison again was anything that would alter my mind.
“Can I help you find something?” an employee asked when I pulled back a curtain in the final treatment room.
“I was just looking for a window,” I admitted. “This place is disorienting. Like a casino,” I added. The only windows I’d seen were the ones out front in the reception area. Which was completely cut off from the back of the spa.
“We find our guests relax better without the evidence of the world outside,” the woman told me. “Can we set up any more treatments for you?”
“I think I’ve had them all,” I said with a little laugh. “I should probably get going.”
With that, I was led back to the first room where I changed, collected my bag, and was led out to the front of the spa.
“It’s dark,” I said to the doorman as he let me out.
“It is,” he agreed.
“What time is it?”
“Just after six.”
