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This place has a spa? Naturally it does.
With a last glance at the delicious mini-tart, I get to my feet.
Now would be a good time to let him know I'd like to go home. I'm confident he'll not allow it, but I should say it anyway.
But then again, I've never seen anything resembling a spa outside of TV shows. I'm far too curious to call it a night.
Curiosity killed the fucking cat, Sarah.
That practical voice at the back of my mind is getting seriously inconvenient, when I want to happily jump in this situation feet first.
My choice to let him get away with all his bullshit comes down to the fact that I am attracted to Marius, for some stupid reason. His actions aren’t any better than most people who have done what they wanted to with me in my lifetime, but I didn’t desire them. My foolish hormones have decided that the whole hot, tall, athletic guy with cold eyes and messy dark hair thing works for me.
And I trust him, to an extent. Rather, I trust him not to break me. I was at his complete mercy less than two weeks ago and all he did was make me come harder than I ever had, reawakening a part of me I thought had died at the hands of Brandon.
“Don’t I need things to go to a spa?” I ask nervously, following after him.
What things, I couldn’t begin to guess, but I vaguely remember girls packing some stuff on TV.
He glances at me over his shoulders, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Do you seriously believe we’re the kind of people who bother with bathrobes for modesty?”
He says that last word with obvious scorn.
“This way.”
I follow him past the entry hall, into a wide hallway. Most of the doors we pass are closed, though one opens up just as we reach it. I catch a glance of what looks like a typical classier bar—dark, with fancy lighting, and luxurious furnishings. While I don’t spot anyone beyond the broad shoulders of the man exiting the room, unmistakable wet, dirty noises give me an indication that the place isn’t allthattypical.
At the very end of the hallway, there’s an arched open doorway. We enter a poorly lit area full of foliage all over the walls and ceiling. There’s a pond at the very center of the large room, with real fish swimming happily through it.
Marius approaches an empty counter, reaching for the little golden bell set on it. Before he can ring it, a hidden door that looked like a wall seconds ago slides open behind the counter, and a completely naked woman appears.
I can’t stop staring. She’s that gorgeous. Almost every inch of her body’s covered in intricate tattoos, leaving only her face and a deep plungingVat her chest bare, as well as her hands and feet. Her tattoos cover her like a dress. I wonder if she ever puts clothes on. To be fair, in anything long sleeved, no one could guess what she has underneath.
I also spot a chain strung between her huge tits, clamped at her nipples.
“Marius,” she says with a broad smile. “It’s been too long.”
He grins, eyes raking over the living art that she is. “Kimmy. Dang, I forgot how much of a shame it is when you wear clothes.”
She chuckles, beaming at the compliment. “I try to work in here as much as possible. I didn’t get stabbed by needles for that many hours to hide it.” The woman turns her attention to me. “I don’t think we’re acquainted.”
Whereas she’s quite obviouslyacquaintedwith Marius.
I don’t notice any hint of bitchiness in her stance or her friendly smile. Still, it’s awkward: I’m here with a guy, and we’re talking to a naked woman he’sclearlyfucked.
Right? Or is it another one of those things that are only weird because I overthink them? Both Kimmy and Marius seem perfectly at ease.
“Sarah,” I introduce myself.
She offers me a hand. “Welcome, Sarah. It’s nice to have some new blood around here.”
Okay, we’re not making it weird, I guess.
I squeeze her hand and do my best to return her smile.
“I haven’t reserved our spots. How busy are you today?”
“Not very; there might be six or seven people in the atrium. Feel free to go in.”
