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“Uh, are swimsuits or towels required in the hot tub or steam room or anything?”
“No, miss, they are optional everywhere inside this room.”
“Oh. Uh, thank you.”
The woman nodded curtly before turning on her heel and disappearing. Mila’s head felt like a fishbowl. She was completely out of her element now that she had been left alone to take off her clothes in a strange place.
After a quick glance around her, she stripped down and tucked herself into her robe. She looked around again to see if anyone had seen her nervous wardrobe change. There didn’t seem to be anyone else around, allowing her to relax.
She slipped on her sandals and walked around to the amenities the attendant had just shown her. The hot tub was definitely enticing, but could she be comfortable being naked in there? She sat on the chair close to the tub and wrapped her hair into a knot on top of her head.
After another set of nervous glances, she slipped her robe and sandals off and stepped into the hot water. The sensation of heat touching everything was invigorating and liberating. She sat back and leaned her head on the edge of the tub, closing her eyes.
Her breasts rose slightly in the buoyancy of the water. Feeling self-conscious, she dunked her top half lower in the water, and the action made her think of Cyrus’s hands on her. She ran her thumb over her nipple and let out a small moan.
She snapped out of it, looking around frantically to see if anyone had witnessed that very private moment. Thankfully the room was still empty, and Mila opted to get out of the hot tub. She wrapped herself in a towel and sat in the sauna until they called her for her hair appointment.
Mila wasn’t one for personal style, and her hair generally didn’t appreciate hot irons or blow dryers. However, she did get her hair trimmed slightly, and they put it up in rollers to curl it the most natural way. While her hair was drying, they moved her onto the nail treatment.
She was amazed at the attention she received in the chair. She had attendants at each limb, all doing different things at the same time. The gal who was massaging her left forearm made curious glances between Mila and Cyrus, who was sitting across the room getting his haircut.
The attendant at her right foot was bolder.
“Special guest of Mr. Bechtel? He has never brought a lady friend in here before.”
Mila flushed. All she could do was nod. She was the first girl he brought here?
“You must be very special to have caught the attention of Mr. Bechtel,” the other pedicurist mentioned. “He hardly comes out of his mansion when he is in town, and now he is here with a pretty young thing like yourself.”
The first attendant saw the discomfort rising in Mila and gave the pedicurists a hard look before turning to Mila.
“Don’t mind these gossipy gals. They don’t have much time to themselves, so they like to make up wild connections.”
Mila let out a warm laugh. “I am actually here for a job interview. I am staying with Cy … I mean, Mr. Bechtel, for the time being.”
The pedicurists shared a look, and Mila grew uncomfortable again.
“Oh, that’s very nice, my dear. He is a kind soul, Mr. Bechtel. I have had the privilege of treating him here in the past. My name is Connie, by the way. A pleasure to meet you, Miss …”
“Oh, you can call me Mila, please.”
“Oh, Miss Mila then.” Connie shot a wink at Mila. Connie continued to work on Mila’s arm, down into her hand, massaging away all the strain.
The pedicurists kept quiet after Connie’s warning, but Mila could tell their so-calledwild connectionswere still bouncing around in their heads, as well as back and forth when they looked at each other.
In their distraction and quickness of work, the girl accidentally hit a spot on her foot that caused her to break out into giggles. Surprised, the girl stared at her for a minute before stretching out her hand, asking for Mila’s foot once more.
The slight tickle must have eased the tensions all around because Mila was finally relaxing back into her chair, and the gals went about their work talking about local news in town. Mila wasn’t even aware that Cyrus was watching her with great fascination from his spot across the room.
A voice broke her relaxation, and she opened her eyes to see Cyrus.
“May I join you, Miss Dillon?”
Mila flushed pink before nodding.
The pedicurists looked at each other with wide eyes and stopped their girlish scheming to focus on their work. Cyrus was also getting nail treatments, which struck Mila as odd, but he seemed perfectly at ease.
They sat in silence for a while before the girl hit the same ticklish spot on Mila’s foot, and she tried to suppress her giggle.
