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Dewey lifted a phone to his ear, waited a few seconds, and then spoke, “Gary, is the yurt ready for guests?”
He glanced up at me and then spoke again. “Yeah, the yurt.” He listened for a moment and then lowered his voice to almost a whisper. “And how long will that take?”
My eyes narrowed and my lips thinned as I glanced over at Scotty. How did he look so calm?
He took one look at the expression on my face and let out a chuckle. Sliding up next to me, he rested a hand on my shoulder and leaned in so he could whisper in my ear. “Take it easy, my wee bouncy bumpkin.”
I growled in reply and I could tell he was suppressing an even bigger laugh at my expense.
Dewey hung up the phone and lifted a finger indicating that we should wait a moment before he strode across the space behind the desk and disappeared behind a door.
I blew out a frustrated breath and muttered, “What the hell?”
Scotty’s eyes danced with amusement. “This should be bloody interesting.”
Before I could question Scotty, Dewey returned with a lady following him. She wore a black pinstripe skirt suit with a bold fuchsia blouse underneath, and she had a mop of curly hair that was barely contained in a hair clip.
She stepped around the desk to greet us with a big smile. “Hi, I’m Macie, the spa manager. Dewey told me that you’re staying in the yurt. Is it your honeymoon?”
“No.” I quickly dashed the sparkling hope I saw in her eyes. She was grinning so eagerly, it almost seemed fake.
She looked back and forth between Scotty and me. “Unfortunately, the yurt isn’t quite ready for guests yet, but to make it up to you — while you wait — we’d like to treat you to a complimentary couples massage.”
My suspicious nature started to kick in.“What do you mean? The yurt isn’t ready?”
“There’s a wood-burning stove that keeps it nice and toasty. We have to fire it up.” She must have seen the skepticism in my eyes because she continued, “Don’t worry, it’s not a camping tent. There’s electricity, a real bed, a bathroom, and a hot tub on the deck a few steps outside. It’s a permanent structure.”
It didn’t sound so bad. Maybe I was overreacting. “Sorry, it was a surprise from my mom. I wasn’t expecting it, but it sounds lovely.”
She smiled warmly at me. “You’ll love it. It’s a great place to snuggle up in. Room service is available, but not overnight — they will tell you the hours. Gary will give you golf cart service since the ground is snowy. I hope you brought some snow boots.”
I looked down at my feet and frowned. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Macie gestured toward the hall. “You can leave your bags with Dewey and I’ll get you set up with your spa technicians.”
Chapter 11
Knox
IfIwasgoingto get a massage, I might as well make it count. When she’d asked, I told my therapist to spend some time concentrating on my right shoulder and that my goal was to relax. She was asking other questions about hot stones and the like, but I wasn’t paying too much attention to how I answered. I was too busy watching Summer.
My fake girlfriend couldn’t keep her eyes off me. She wasn’t thrilled with this entire fake dating situation, but she wasn’t as immune to my charm as she pretended to be. As soon as she realized that we’d be lying naked within feet of each other, she started to balk at the idea and tried to back out of it. I quickly swung my arm around her shoulder and told her she could really use the relaxation — that she seemed so tense. Without making a big scene in front of Macie, she couldn’t back out.
Now, she was eyeing my massage therapist, Daisy, like she’d like to tackle her. It was amusing that my therapist was a young and fairly attractive woman while hers was older and more robust looking. The size of Maria’s hands had me jealous; it seemed more likely Summer would get the better massage.
After we had answered their questions, we followed our therapists down a hallway filled with a soft, calming light, and then stepped into a dimly lit room. The walls were painted a soothing shade of blue, and the smell of lavender and eucalyptus wafted through the air. Two massage tables had been set up side by side. I felt my heart pounding in quiet anticipation as Daisy instructed us to disrobe down to where we felt comfortable and lie on the table, strategically covered by a white fluffy towel, before the two therapists left us alone in the room.
Summer put her hands on her hips. “I am not getting naked in front of you.”
“Suit yourself.” I pulled off my shirt.
Her cheeks colored with a light blush. She averted her gaze, but not before I caught her checking out my bare chest.
Staying fit and in shape was a part of my job. Besides our PR rep from our label drilling it into our heads that our image as a band was half of the money-making equation, we needed incredible stamina to maintain our high-energy performance for an entire concert.
So, I had no doubt that Summer liked what she saw. And I didn’t have a shy bone in my body when it came to flaunting it. I unbuttoned my jeans. The energy ricocheting between us was ratcheting up.
I chuckled as she stood motionless. Was the stubborn lass really going to leave all her clothes on for a massage? I yanked my pants off but left my boxer briefs on. Maybe they’d be able to contain anything that popped up, considering I was already semi-hard thinking about seeing a naked Summer.
