Page 17 of Forever: The Companion

SEVEN

“Here’s your tea, Mrs. Zulla, and when you’re ready to leave, your driver is waiting outside for you.”

Still wrapped tightly in the silk robe provided by the spa, Lucia felt appropriately buffed, shined, and pampered. From the bottoms of her toes to the very top of her head, her body had never been more relaxed than it currently was. She had to give Renzo credit for knowing what she needed, and right where to send her to get it done.

“Did you enjoy the treatments?” the blonde woman asked, gathering the small plates next to Lucia’s chair that had held pastries.

“More than you know.”

The woman grinned. “Oh, trust me, I know. Sometimes, we all need one of these days. And I am sure you deserved it.”

“I will be back.”

“Well, no one here will complain about that.”

She bet not.

Hell …

This place probably ran Renzo a couple thousand dollars, easily. From the mud bath to the honey wrap. Then the heat capsule where everything but her head had been closed into an egg-shaped, pod-looking thing. Steam cleaned out every pore in her body and sucked all that bad shit out.

The dirt.

Her stress.

Whatever.

It had taken it all away, and she still thought her feet floated above the floor. It really spoke to the spa’s abilities to make a person forget about the outside and whatever had brought that person running here to make it all go away. Next time she came, if Renzo didn’t join her, then she was certainly bringing one of her cousins or sisters.

Or all of them.

They all deserved a day here, surely.

“Your driver said no rush on finishing up,” the woman said before heading out of Lucia’s private room.

“Thank you.”

She did exactly that, too. Took her time to finish the Earl Grey tea, which was her favorite, and only then did she finally shed the silk robe to get dressed in the clothes that waited, folded, on the table next to the chair. When she finally left the room and headed to the waiting room of the spa, the women behind the front desk waved her goodbye.

Distracted by the kind women and wondering when she might be able to sneak back here, Lucia didn’t even notice who her driver was, who had apparently been waiting for her outside. His low whistle, however, had her spinning around fast to face him where she found the sexiest sight leaning against a familiar, black Maserati.

Renzo.

Damn.

And he loved that car.

Looked so good on it, too.

She didn’t expect him to be standing there, considering it was him who had told her that another person would pick her up and take her home after this little spa day of his. And despite the fact he’d told her that her entire schedule for the week had been cleared, he’d refused to explain further on that topic.

“Look at you, huh? They have you glowing, babe.”

Lucia grinned. “You think?”

“Should this be a regular thing?”

She didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes, yes it should.”