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Things started to change when he began working in private practice, performing cosmetic plastic surgery for the Bay Area’s elite. Jason showed me picture after picture of clients he operated on, comparing my body to theirs with suggestions of everything he'd like to change about me.
That was the beginning of the end for us.
I give myself a once-over in the mirror, ensuring I didn't miss any spots while shaving this morning. But I am also taking the time to admire the body in front of me. My tits are small and perky, and I don't have back problems. My stomach is flat, but I have stretch marks. They remind me of the two beautiful lives I created. And my hips and ass have the perfect Latina curves my momma gave me.
"Ms. Raffield, Noah is ready for you now in the main corridor. Please proceed to the corridor now," a voice echoes through the loudspeaker.
Stepping out into the main corridor, a six-foot god of a man is waiting for me. Tattoos cover every inch of sculpted muscle. Thighs strong enough to claim any person they want. And a dick with such girth, I have to stop myself from nodding my approval.
"Andrea?"
I nod, unable to pick my jaw up off the floor.
"I'm Noah. I will be your guide for the day. Have you ever visited Clear Moon Resort before?"
I shake my head, still unable to speak.
"You are in for quite a treat today. You have booked classes with some of the best people here at Clear Moon."
"Awesome." My voice is shaky.
"Nervous?"
"Yeah. This is my first time being at a place like this. Do people have sex out in the open?"
"Oh, no, you have it all mixed up. This is a nudist resort, not a sex club. People often get the two confused. It's a great place for arousal but no sex here.” Noah motions toward a group of people gathering on the grass. "Here is River's class. Her voice is ultra-soothing. Let go and enjoy, baby girl. I'll pick you up in one hour."
I make my way down to the grassy knoll, where people settle onto blankets laid out in front of a large stage. I find the closest empty blanket, not wanting to traipse nakedly in front of strangers. Glancing to each side, my eyebrows rise slowly. This class is almost all men.
Fifteen minutes into the meditation, I feel more relaxed than I have in weeks. River has us lying on our backs, completing a breathing exercise.
"Deep breath in… and exhale…" she chants sensually. Her voice is both soothing and seductive. I find myself both wanting to nap and make love all at the same time.
Needing to wake myself up, I sit up, opening my eyes. Big mistake. Big, huge, horrible mistake. A field of tiny mushroom tips surrounds me; large ones, small ones, pink ones, brown ones, and even ones starting to drip.
A laugh escapes my belly before I can stop it—all fifty people attending the mediation class turn to stare directly at me. If looks could kill, I'd be lying six feet under now.
"Sorry. Bug in my throat." I'm a horrible liar. "I'll show myself out." I hang my head in shame, grab the towel, and cover my ass before returning to the pool area.
I have thirty minutes before I'm to meet back up with Noah, and the hot tub looks quite inviting. The resort has only four spas; somehow, I'm lucky enough to snag one to myself. Probably because I'm the only moron who gets kicked out of a meditation class they paid two-hundred bucks for.
I take each step slowly, letting my body adjust to the scalding heat of the water. It takes several attempts before I find the perfect spot in front of the jet, which hits your lower back just right. Closing my eyes, I rest my head on the edge of the spa; my mind starts to think about Daniel.
I haven't accepted his Facebook friend request. I've brought it up on my phone several times, my finger hovering over the blue accept button, unable to press down. Each time the screen times out, I convince myself it's a sign we're just not meant to be friends. But that kiss. That one goddamned kiss still covers my body in goose pimples whenever I think about it.
"How in the hell do you get kicked out of a meditation session?" Noah asks, scaring the shit out of me.
"I didn't getkicked out," I retort with a giggle. "I left before I got kicked out. After I looked up and realized I was in a field of mushroom tips reaching for the sun, there wasn't much mediating to be done."
"Sounds like my kinda place," Noah teases. "Now, let's get you out of here and ready for waxing with Aubrey. He hates when his clients are late."
Looking forward to this appointment, I quickly dry off and follow Noah down the path to the waxing spa.
Aubrey comes out, clapping his hands. "Let's go. Let's go. We've got hair to remove!"
"Have fun." Noah laughs as he exits.
"Get on the table, mama, and spread those beautiful legs."
