He growls. “Stop.”
I sigh dramatically. “Okay. I’ll go take my clothes off and have someone else’s hands on me.” I turn and hear the sheets rustle behind me. I grin and before I even expect it, he’s spinning me around.
“If there’s a guy working and he’s not one-hundred-and-fucking-twenty percent gay, he’s not allowed to touch you. Hear me?”
“Don’t be silly.”
“There’s nothing silly about it.”
I kiss him sweetly. “I’m your girl. You have nothing to worry about.”
“I better not because it won’t matter. If anyone tries to take you from me, I’ll kill them.”
I kiss him again, feeling his fight wane a bit as our lips touch. I love him and all of his possessive tendencies because I know they come from the very best place.
Turning toward the door, my hand is on the handle when I hear him say my name. I turn to see him watching me, biting his bottom lip.
“I hope you have a good day today,” he says.
“I will.” I blow him a kiss and force myself to walk out before I disregard what he says and stay with him.
Kari is standing in the hallway, typing away on her phone. A smile as wide as the hall graces her face and she shoves her phone in the pocket of her shorts. “Ready?”
“Yes. You’re sure chipper this morning.” I laugh.
“Yeah, well ...” She pushes the button for the elevator and it dingsimmediately. We step inside the empty car. “Max made sure that I left with a smile, if you catch my drift.”
“I thought you and Max were having trouble?”
“What in the world makes you say that?”
“Something Cane said.”
She laughs, her voice echoing off the walls around us. “I’m sure he did.” She sticks her hand in her purse and pulls out a pink envelope. “I have something for you.”
“What’s this?”
She shrugs, but smiles coyly.
I open the envelope and pull out a white card with a pink and silver design on it. One letter is printed on the card: “I.”
“An ‘I’? What’s this supposed to mean?” I ask, thoroughly confused.
“I don’t know. Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
“You’re a liar.” I laugh. “And a poor one at that.”
“You know what else I am?”
“What’s that?”
“Not about to ruin this.”
Jada
The spa is gorgeous. I love the one we go to in Scottsdale, but this one is even posher. It’s luxuriously decorated in whites and golds. A fountain is in the corner and the entire atmosphere is completely tranquil.
A beautifully coiffed woman sitting behind a slab of marble checks us in. “We have you both down for aromatherapy massages. Is that correct?”
