Page 9 of Summer Affair

He frowned. “Seriously?” She nodded. “They don’t, you know, expect you to…”

“No.” It burst from her, then she laughed. “We are not a happy ending sort of massage parlor.”

He sighed and seemed to relax. “I would have to bash some heads in for your and Kara’s sake.”

She smiled. “Still, it happens. The younger the client, the more embarrassed they tend to be. The older men are proud of it.”

He laughed as they started walking again. “I guess I’m thankful I only fell asleep on your table.”

Chapter Three

Dean hadn’t expected the next few hours to be as backbreaking as they were. The morning flew by as he learned everything Andrea did on a daily basis. They worked with a few clients, each with different needs and preferences, giving Dean plenty of hands-on experience. Andrea was always nearby, offering tips and corrections when needed. None of the clients seemed to care that he was in training, and his confidence grew with each session. By the time they finished their last morning client, he was starting to feel like he might actually be getting the hang of it.

“Great job,” Andrea said, smiling as they tidied up the room. “You’re catching on fast.”

He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, grinning. “Honestly? This feels good. Then again, I’ve been catering to guests for years. This isn’t much different. At least the tidying up bit. The massage part?” He shrugged. “I’ll get it.”

“Good to hear,” she replied. “How about we grab some lunch? I’m starving.”

“Sounds perfect,” he said, his stomach growling in agreement.

They headed back to the employee dining area and picked up a few pre-made sack lunches with sandwiches, chips, and bottled drinks before making their way to the poolside tables. The sun was high in the sky now, and the pool area was bustling with guests enjoying the warmer weather.

After finding a shady spot under a large umbrella, he took a bite of his sandwich, savoring the fresh ingredients.

“One of the best benefits of working here.” He lifted his sandwich. “Issac and his crew.”

Issac Andres, celebrity chef, had been hired before the official opening of the camp, all thanks to Hannah Costa. The woman had connections with very influential people and knew how to throw a great party.

Andrea nodded, taking a sip of her iced tea. “Agreed. It’s nice to work somewhere where you eat so well and have a beautiful spot to take a break outside.”

“Not to mention really cool bosses.” He took a drink then motioned to where one of their bosses, Aubrey, had just jumped into the pool with a large splash. Hannah, another one of their bosses, jumped in right next to her. The two friends laughed and splashed each other, no doubt like they had done when they’d met at the camp as teenagers.

He and Andrea chatted casually as they ate, enjoying the relaxed atmosphere. Dean found himself appreciating her more and more. She was not only an excellent teacher but also fun to be around.

“So,” she said between bites, “what’s been your favorite part of the training so far?”

Dean thought for a moment, then smiled. “Honestly? Just getting to work with the clients and seeing how much it helps them relax. I know firsthand how great a good massage can make you feel. It’s really rewarding.”

She nodded. “That’s one of the best parts. Each client is different, and you get to make a real difference in their day.”

He leaned closer to her. “So far, no farters and, thankfully, no boners.”

“The day isn’t over yet,” she warned.

As they finished their lunch, Dean leaned back in his chair, “You know, this job might be better than I thought. There’s just something about being able to help people. Not that I don’t help people waiting tables, but it’s different.”

“Different in a good way?” she asked.

He nodded. “Very good.”

She laughed. “Glad to hear it. Ready to tackle the afternoon shift?”

He stood up, stretching. “Absolutely. Let’s do it.”

They returned to the spa, where a few more clients were waiting for their afternoon appointments. Andrea continued to guide him through each session, helping him refine his technique and build his confidence.

They were on their second client after returning from lunch when the middle-aged man started letting out very loud and very stinky farts every time Andrea applied pressure to the man’s back.