I flew off of Milo’s lap, hitting the couch hard, making my back crack against the arm.
Milo rushed to his feet, gathering the dresses and focusing on putting them all back into the garment bag while I tossed the lock and flashlight into the spa bag.
“I’ll leave all this at the front desk for you,” Milo said, grabbing the spa bag from my lap as the trio of women descended on the coffee station.
“I can carry them…”
“I didn’t get use of the lounge without paying for a spa package. Enjoy some relaxation, Roe. You deserve it.”
With that, he was gone.
I just sat there for a moment, staring at the gray wall in front of me as the women chatted as they moved to one of the seating areas.
That was all just… a lot.
The kiss, the grinding, the orgasm, his name, the interruption, and, yeah, the spa package.
My mind kept trying to grab one of the subjects only to have it slip between my fingers.
“Miss Langston?” a voice called, making me jolt.
I turned over my shoulder to find someone in lavender scrubs waiting for me. “I have your massage ready.”
Okay.
Well then.
I guess I was getting a massage.
Lord knew my overwhelmed body could certainly use some relaxation.
And maybe while it got that, I could sort through all the thoughts in my head.
But two hours later, I was no less mixed up than before the pampering.
I grabbed my things from the front desk, then made my way out front.
To find a ride-share waiting for me.
A girl could really get used to this princess treatment.
But I had to ground myself and remember that all of this pampering was because Milo wanted something from me. And that it had an expiration date.
One thing I did know, though, was that I now had his real name.
Milo Grassi.
It was time to figure out who I was working with.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Roe
Milo Grassi didn’t bring up much.
He didn’t even have any social media accounts.
That said, the last nameGrassisure had a lot of interesting information to wade through. Some of it dated all the way back to the seventies. And a lot of those articles were linked to crime.
