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6
Bridget
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There are a lot of perks when it comes to working for Sanctum, but the best one has to be the incredible amenities. The compound really focuses on bringing the creme de la creme to its community, and that includes five-star restaurants, as well as multiple gyms, clubs, a sky bar, and the row of boutiques where Todd took me shopping.
But by far my favorite place in the Sanctum compound is the spa because you can really kick back and relax in the utmost luxury here. Not only do they do mani-pedis, but you can also get your done, relax in the steam room or sauna, and even get a hot stone massage if that’s what strikes your fancy. So with a big smile on my face, I appear at the spa early one morning. It was a wonderful night with Todd, and today I’m looking to pamper myself and just relax.
“Good morning, Miss Bushnell,” the receptionist greets with a warm smile. “It’s nice to see you again.”
I nod with acknowledgment because I’ve been spending a lot of time with Mr. Sales in his suite upstairs, and as a result, I’m here pretty often too. Todd spoils me, and encourages me to charge everything on his account, despite my feeble protests. I smile in return at the pretty woman.
“It’s nice to see too, Harriet. I was wondering if you could possibly fit me in today? I didn’t make an appointment.”
“Not a problem,” she nods. “What are you looking for this morning?”
I think for a moment.
“The full treatment if possible because I’ve been so tense lately. It’s been a long week.”
The blonde girl nods immediately.
“Absolutely. Just have a seat and help yourself to some cucumber water. I’ll have someone out for you in a few minutes.”
“Thanks so much,” I smile before sauntering to the waiting area where an array of comfortable white sofas wait. The walls are a pale peach and soothing music tinkles in from hidden speakers. Goodness, I could fall asleep in one of these chairs.
But as I sip on my water, my phone buzzes in my pocket and I smile when I see it’s Todd. Quickly, I text that I’m at the spa and then slip the device back into my pocket with a rueful sigh. After all, there’s a giant “NO CELL PHONES” sign on the wall, and it’s for good measure. Part of relaxing at a spa is disconnecting from the world, which means turning off all electronics.
At that moment, the receptionist reappears once more.
“Thank you so much for your patience, Miss Bushnell. Your masseuse is on her way out. I know Griselda is your favorite.”
“Oh yes, thanks. Griselda’s wonderful. This is going to be amazing.”
Within seconds, the large, muscular Griselda enters the lobby with a big smile on her face. Her graying hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and she’s got biceps the size of massive hammers.
“I was hoping to see you again soon!” she says before pulling me into a hug. “How are you, Miss Bridget?”
I smile.
“Good, good. How’s your husband doing? And Ronnie?”
“Still amazing as ever. I have some pictures I can show you of my son. He’s just like me because we both resemble Thor.”
I giggle because Griselda certainly looks like she could wield a battle axe, and although her son’s only nine, I bet he could too. With that, we enter a small massage room, and Griselda departs to give me a moment to undress. After taking everything off, I climb onto the table and get comfortable until she returns.
“I’m thinking lavender oil today,” my masseuse muses. “Thoughts?”
“Sounds amazing. I definitely need to be soothed and lavender is just the thing.”
With that, the massage begins and we lapse into silence. It feels so good because Todd really puts me through the wringer sometimes, and I need to get everything stretched out and put back in place after some particularly intense sessions. I swear, my boyfriend likes me to take it when I’m in a pretzel shape sometimes, and while the positions are unbelievable, it can also feel incredibly good too.
“Ooooh, you’re definitely tight,” Griselda clucks while rubbing at my shoulders. “I can feel the knots. Just relax, hon, and I’ll work on getting them out.”
With that, I try to free my mind as Griselda’s hands take over. The massage is slightly painful, but also much-needed, and soon I begin to drift in a haze of bliss. Only the sound of a light saxophone instrumental fills the air as Griselda digs into my back, and I sigh, my eyes closed. Wow. How did I get so lucky? After all, I have a man who spoils me right and left, and he wants me to enjoy my life. This is utterly wonderful. But then Griselda’s voice cuts into my haze.
