Part III
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VERMONT IS NOT SUPER INVITING as it welcomes us back. It’s cold and rainy, and I wish I were back in France. But back to real life, it is. For all of us. Oscar is back at the coffee shop, and I’m back at the spa.
Thankfully, my favorite client, Danielle, has booked my first spot today. I can’t wait to hear about the latest drama in her life, and tell her all about my trip to Paris.
She’s stretched out on the massage table, her hair up in a bun, eagerly awaiting my touch. “So how was your trip to Paris?” she asks. “I can’t wait to hear about it.”
I smile. We usually chat about her and her sister, but this time, I actually have something interesting to add. “It was eventful, that’s for sure.”
“Do tell.”
I start with her back, spreading my hands across her shoulder blades. “Well, as you know, my mom was about to marry that creep—”
“Did she?” she asks, curious.
“Oh, no. His son, Matt, didn’t approve of the marriage either and he arranged for one of his trampy friends to seduce his dad. Get this… this woman gets off on sleeping with married men and ruining their lives.”
“No way,” Danielle blurts. “She sounds even worse than my sister.”
“Oh, she is. Apparently her husband cheated on her, and when she was a kid, her dad’s mistress ruined her family. And now she seeks revenge on all philandering husbands. She’s really messed up.”
“Holy hell.”
I move down to her lower back, her favorite part. I know to linger there for longer than I typically do. “Anyway, she seduced him all right, at the rehearsal dinner. We caught them in the bedroom… she was giving him a blow job.”
“No fucking way!”
“Yep, way. My mother was standing right beside me and saw it all.”
“Oh crap.”
“The thing is…” I add as I trace large circles on her back. “I was in on the whole thing, and when my mother found out, she was livid.”
“I bet.”
“Well, I expected it. But thankfully, we kissed and made up. She knows that I was just looking out for her, making sure she didn’t make the biggest mistake of her life.”
“You’re a good daughter,” she tells me. “What else did you do in Paris?”
“Oh, a bunch of stuff… dinner at the Eiffel tower, flea market, boat ride on the Seine, and the book store, of course.”
“Sounds like you were busy.”
“We also went to Montmartre, and caught a show at the Moulin Rouge.”
“Ooooooh,” she coos. “Kinky.”
I laugh. “It was,” I tell her, suddenly brought back to that steamy night in the alley.
“So you and Oscar get it on a lot in the city of love?”
I smile. “Oh yeah…”
She moans softly as I rub her back, and we fall into silence for a minute, but I can’t help it… I want to tell her all about my amazing night with Oscar.
“Oscar took me to the most amazing place. It was a surprise he’d planned for over a month.”
