Amy drained her glass, then held it out to Mack to refill. “I could get used to this pampering. You’ve got yourself a keeper, Kayla.”
Mack’s smile was sheepish as she handed Kayla a full glass. Her instincts were to tease Mack and ask if she had a crush, but she forced herself to tamp it down. Instead, she wrapped her free arm around Mack’s and looked up into her eyes, channeling the soppy, smitten looks she saw on the parade of Mack’s girlfriends. It wasn’t exactly hard to do. She did have deliciously green eyes and tantalizingly muscled arms.
“I sure do,” Kayla said.
For a moment, Mack smiled at her in a sweet, loving way that would have melted the panties off anyone with a heartbeat. Then she rolled her eyes and scoffed, tipping her own glass back and taking a healthy sip.
Skye marched over and snatched up the bottle, clearly annoyed that she was the only one Mack hadn’t served. “Oh yeah, she’s a prince.”
Mack opened her mouth to snap back, but before they could start bickering again, the receptionist glided into the waiting area. “McKensie and Amy? Your massage awaits.”
Kayla took a sip of champagne to hide her smile as the other three all stared blankly at the receptionist. Skye was the first one to react. “There must be some mistake. It should be Skye and Amy.”
“Skye?” The receptionist made a show of checking her list. She was certainly earning her bribe. “I have Skye and Kayla as the next couple.”
Mack said, “No, those are switched around.”
“You’d rather Skye and Kayla go first?”
Skye snapped, “No, I’d rather have my couples massage with my fiancée, Amy.”
The receptionist kept her feigned puzzled look in place as she looked between them. Kayla had to bite her lip not to laugh. Honestly, the woman could win an Oscar.
Mack’s tone was far kinder than Skye’s when she said, “Skye can take my place. I’m sure that could work, right?”
“I’m afraid not. Skye requested a firmer massage than the rest of you, and we assigned massage therapists based on those requests. Her massage therapist is still with another client. If you want to change the order of the massages, you will have to rebook with the front desk for another day.”
“But that’s ridiculous,” Skye snapped.
Amy, ever the peacemaker, hopped up out of her chair and drained her glass of champagne. “Oh, it’s fine. Mack and I can go first. Can’t we, Mack?”
Mack took her outstretched hand and stood awkwardly. “Sure. I guess.”
“But Amy…”
“I am not missing out on this massage, sweetie, even to have one with you.” Amy turned to the receptionist and said, “Take us away, I can’t wait another moment.”
The receptionist was smart enough to be quick about it, and before Kayla could so much as blink, she was alone in the lobby with a sputtering Skye and a bottle of very good champagne. She leaned over to refill Skye’s glass, careful to turn the full extent of her cleavage directly into Skye’s line of sight. As she suspected, Skye looked at her breasts and did not look away. So predictable.
Kayla put a seductive purr into her voice and said, “Don’t worry about Mack. She’s quite the gentlewoman. I’m sure she won’t peek while they’re getting undressed.”
Skye’s eyes snapped up, away from Kayla’s cleavage, and settled on her eyes. “Undressed?”
“Well, yeah, silly.” She leaned back and crossed her legs slowly, making sure to point her toes as she did so her calves popped. “You have to be naked for a massage. Has it really been that long since you’ve had one?”
“I, um, yeah. I guess it’s been a while.”
Kayla clicked her tongue. “That’s a shame. Amy should take better care of you.”
Skye’s eyebrows shot up, but she still looked like a boxer who’d taken a few shots to the jaw. “She’s been busy. Besides, she doesn’t have the same training you have.”
“You know I’m self-taught. But if you want me to give her a few pointers, I’m happy to.”
Skye laughed, but she was blushing in that adorably blotchy way of hers. Kayla’s brand of massage was far more sensual than any professional, and Skye had taken advantage many, many times in their years together. She couldn’t begin to count the number of times she had seduced Skye by starting with an offer to massage her sore muscles.
Skye said, “I’m good. Thanks.”
Kayla covered her smile by sipping her champagne. She hadn’t expected Skye to flirt back too much. She just wanted Skye to remember how good they were together and, if the continued blush on her neck was any indication, Kayla had scored another victory in the Plan of Seduction.
