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She disappears under the counter for ten seconds, reappearing with a large woven basket in hand. She slides it over the counter, and Marius takes it.
“See? We needed things,” I point out, feeling vindicated.
“The spa provides care packages, so we can come empty-handed,” he replies.
He could have said so earlier when I asked, rather than making me feel silly for having a question.
“I was still right.”
He rolls his eyes. “Indeed you were, your highness. Come along.”
57
MARIUS
Sarah’s eyes have been wide since we walked into the Heritage—at the food, the decor, the company. Now she’s in awe of the spa. It’s objectively not much different than any spa I’ve been to…
Shit. It only hits me then: this is likely her first time at a place like this. It’s not like she can chuck a couple hundred bucks to sit on her ass all day on her budget.
I make a mental note to bring her here more often.
I’ve been a regular since I joined the Heritage when I was eighteen, like most Sharks who are Heritage members, and other athletes in Thorn Falls: the saunas, steam rooms, and infrared rooms are invaluable to our muscles, especially during competition season.
“This way,” I say as she gawks at the atrium.
The vast room would be dark if not for the circle of light coming from the open ceiling.
As Kimmy said, there only are a few people, all too busy to pay attention to us, though Sarah’s certainly staring.
“We need to shower,” I inform her, taking her hand to lead her to the changing rooms.
“That guy,” she whispers, glancing back as we walk. “He’s…a lot older than the girl sucking him.”
“Everyone here is eighteen or more,” I assure her.
She glances back again, concern etched on her features.
I look, and chuckle. “Oh, that’s the Dawsons.”
No surprise she finds them shocking. To be frank, most people would, Heritage members included.
As we enter the locker room, I show her where she can put her stuff. “Strip,” I say, expecting a fight.
To my surprise, she complies, removing her clothing to stuff it in the wooden locker I pointed out.
I watch her for a good long while before remembering I was about to tell her about the mini-scandal.
“See, the Dawson juniors are notorious dicks. Drug addicts, wannabe rapists, all around failures.” I wrinkle my nose in distaste. “But their great-uncle, Jacob, is actually a nice guy. A bit of a hedonist, maybe, but you know. Not awful. The younger generation already blew their entire inheritance from dear old grandaddy, so they were waiting for Jacob to give up the ghost, circling like vultures…”
“That’s horrible,” Sarah says.
She’s done with her flowery dress, and down to her practical panties and bras.
Her new wardrobe has considerably improved the view. She was always gorgeous, but now the clothes aren’t trying to hide it. I need to buy her some lingerie, too.
I’m thoroughly distracted.
“Aren’t you getting undressed, too?”
