She knows I’m following her, and that’s okay. It’s no big secret. She pulls up in front of Tranquil Gardens Day Spa. Maybe she was telling the truth… or did she just pull in here ’cause she knows I’m right behind her? I guess I’ll know soon enough if she really has an appointment.
I pull in next to her as she is getting out of her car. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“A massage sounded good. I thought I’d get one too.”
“You have to have an appointment, Sainte. They are booked months out,” she says as she walks to the door and disappears inside.
I wait about ten minutes and then I proceed inside. The girl at the front desk is cute, and when she sees me, her eyes tell me she likes what she sees.
I walk up to the counter. “Hey, doll, what’s your name?”
She smiles demurely. “Brooke.”
“Well, Brooke, I was wondering if you could do me a favor.” I lean on the counter in a flirtatious way and smile at her.
“Sure, what do you need?”
“You have an appointment for an Amanda Benson?”
She looks down at her books. “Yes, she just went back to change.”
“Well, Amanda is my fiancée, and I would really love to surprise her. I’ll give you a hundred bucks if you let me be her masseuse today.”
She hesitates. “I really shouldn’t, sir. You know… client privacy and all that.”
I nod. “I understand. It was worth a shot.” I turn to leave, but she calls back at me.
“Wait, are you a member of the MC?”
No shit, darlin’. I just have a cut on that has the Knights of Silence rocker on it.But I turn the charm back on and turn back around.
“Yes, I’m their sergeant at arms.” I’m sure she has no idea what that means, but it sounds official.
“A hundred bucks you say?”
I reach in my pocket and pull out the hundred to hold it up. “Yep.”
She looks around to see if anyone is watching and grabs the hundred from my hand. “Come this way.”
She takes me to a back room. “You can get ready in here.” Then she points at a door on the other side of the room. “Amanda is right through that door. I will tell Giselle I’ve assigned someone else to her. You have one hour.”
I kiss her on the cheek, and she blushes. “Thanks, darlin’.”
Chapter 8
Honey
I have been looking forward to this spa day for weeks now. When I booked it, Emma wanted to come with me. She wanted to make it a girls’ day, like we did for my first real date with Hawk. I couldn’t have handled that, and I told her I needed some me time. Frankly, she has been annoying the hell out of me, and I do so much better when she’s not around. And, I don’t need any more reminders of Hawk.
Sainte is watching me like crazy now. It totally sucks that I’m on his radar. I still can’t believe he flushed everything this morning. It’s a good thing I kept some back for emergencies because I won’t be able to buy another bag until Friday when Ice pays me. I just have to ration what’s left, to control my usage and limit it to once a day. I wonder if I asked Ice for an advance on my pay, if he would give it to me. I shake my head. No fuckin’ way. Even if Sainte didn’t tell him I was using, that little scene with Emma yesterday probably already sealed my fate. I’ll be on Ice’s bad side for a while now because I yelled at his precious Emma.
I arrived at my appointment fifteen minutes early. I get out of the car and Sainte pulled up on his bike beside me.This guy never gives up.I knew he was following me, but I seriously did not think he would follow me all the way here.
He’s so fuckin’ clueless. He has no idea how long you have to wait for an appointment at Tranquil Gardens. I booked this appointment right before we left for New York. Back then, I needed it because of the whole Sainte kiss and Hawk breakup. Little did I know then how much I would really need it.If I could only turn back the clock.
They even made me pay in advance, which is a good thing. I would have had to cancel the appointment if I had to pay for it today. That was back when I had money. If I could have sold this appointment for additional cash, I would have, but I was afraid it would be too obvious since it is such a big deal to get an appointment in the first place. The guys wouldn’t have noticed, but Emma would have, and I know she would have said something. She’s such a fucking busybody.
I am so looking forward to one hour Sainte-free. I can just escape and forget for sixty minutes that he exists.
