attendants know they were ready for their first treatment.
Finch spent the next few hours with Hugh being pampered within an inch of their lives. In
addition to facials, each man was given a manicure, pedicure, a massage, and a detoxifying
mud bath. Although what role mud played in detoxifying a body Finch didn’t know.
“Would you like body hair removal as well?” one of the young women tending to them asked
Finch. “We have several methods available.”
Finch blanched and hoped Hugh hadn’t heard her, but of course he had. He braced himself
for whatever new torture Hugh planned to put him through.
“No, I think not,” Hugh said. He reached over and lightly touched the hair visible on the V of
skin exposed by Finch’s robe. “I rather think it’s fetching.”
Finch didn’t know whether to be relieved or horrified by Hugh’s words.
“Very good, sir. In that case, your last treatment is a thermal soak, then you may use our
bathing facilities. Is there anything else I can get you?”
Hugh shook his head. “No, my dear. Everything has been quite splendid.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, then led man and dragon to the thermal suite.
Finch was extremely grateful that he was given his own bathing room when they were finished.
He’d half-expected Hugh to want to share a shower with him. He couldn’t even imagine how
humiliating that would be, because there was absolutely no way he could be wet and naked
around Hugh without sporting an erection. It simply wasn’t possible.
After showering thoroughly, Finch went to the changing room to dress in his new outfit, but
instead of a pile of neatly folded clothes, there was a large box. Curious, Finch opened it. Inside
was his suit. Everything he might need was included, from the underwear outward, and numbly,
Finch began to put it all on. The suit’s wool was the finest and softest he’d ever worn, and the
color was singular. Not charcoal and not violet, but something between the two. The shirt was
a pristine white and the jacket had satin lapels in the same shade as the wool. It was the most
beautiful suit he’d ever seen. There were even shoes in his size, socks, garters, and a white
bowtie included. The only thing not found in the box was cufflinks. There were studs for the
shirt, but nothing else. He’d have to run to his room shortly after they returned home to retrieve
the amethyst pair from his room.
Finch was tying his tie when there came a knock on the door. “Come in,” he said.